Well, seeing I have no hope, then let us part; Having long taught my flesh to master fear, I should have learned by now to rule my heart, Although, Heaven knows, 'tis not so easy near. Oh, you were made to make men miserable And torture those who would have joy in you, But I, who could have loved you, dear, so well, Take pride in being a good loser too; And it has not been wholly unsuccess, For I have rescued from forgetfulness Some moments of this precious time that flies, Adding to my past wealth of memory The pretty way you once looked up at me, Your low, sweet voice, your smile, and your dear eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA GODS: 2 by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE SABBATH MORNING by JOHN LEYDEN THE BLACKBIRD by ALFRED TENNYSON AN APRIL MORNING by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HAWTHORNE by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT THE DOOMED MAN by JOSEPH ADDISON ALEXANDER SONG OF THE ENGINE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |