Oh, sad, sad was my soul because, because-for a woman's sake it was. Never will I be solaced, nay, AIthough my heart has come away, Athough my heart and my soul are free of that woman now--and far. Never will I be solaced, nay, AIthough my heart has come away. And my heart, my heart that can suffer well, says to my soul: Is it possible, Is it possible--that there can be his sad proud exile of her and me? And my soul says to my heart: Do I Know what wished us this trap, or why we are always with her, even though we were exiled far and long ago? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WHISPERS OF IMMORTALITY by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT THE UNIVERSAL PRAYER by ALEXANDER POPE THE VICAR by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED EAST AND WEST by MATTHEW ARNOLD DIRGE ON THE DEATH OF ADAMS AND JEFFERSON by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |