ONE said: "Here is my hand to lean upon As long as you may need it." And one said: "Believe me true to you till I am dead." And one, whose dainty way it was to fawn About my face, with mellow fingers drawn Most soothingly o'er brow and drooping head, Sighed tremulously: "Till my breath is fled Know I am faithful!" . . . Now, all these are gone And many like to them -- and yet I make No bitter moan above their grassy graves -- Alas! they are not dead for me to take Such sorry comfort! -- but my heart behaves Most graciously, since one who never spake A vow is true to me for true love's sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DEATH SCENE by EMILY JANE BRONTE CROTALUS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE SONG OF THE DIAL by PETER AIREY BRUCE: INTRODUCTION by JOHN BARBOUR ASPIRATIONS: 4 by MATHILDE BLIND THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 100. AGE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |