Not once in all our days of poignant love, Did I a single instant give to thee My undivided being wholly free. Not all thy potent passion could remove The barrier that loomed between to prove The full supreme surrendering of me. Oh, I was beaten, helpless utterly Against the shadow-fact with which I strove. For when a cruel power forced me to face The truth which poisoned our illicit wine, That even I was faithless to my race Bleeding beneath the iron hand of thine, Our union seemed a monstrous thing and base! I was an outcast from thy world and mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SACRIFICE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND by REGINALD HEBER THE LETTER by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II IN EMULATION OF MR. COWLEYS POEM CALL'D THE MOTTO by MARY ASTELL GIVE HIM HIS DUE by LEVI BISHOP WHEN PRINCES AND PRELATES by ROBERT BURNS |