This is the debt I pay Just for one riotous day, Years of regret and grief, Sorrow without relief. Pay it I will to the end- Until the grave, my friend, Gives me a true release- Gives me the clasp of peace. Slight was the thing I bought, Small was the debt I thought, Poor was the loan at best- God! but the interest! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JUNIUS BRUTUS BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER DEATH by THOMAS HOOD PEACE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS WHAT TOMAS AN BUILE SAID IN A PUB by JAMES STEPHENS THE MYSTIC TRUMPETER by WALT WHITMAN TWO SONGS FROM THE PERSIAN: 2 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |