I thought that when you left, Life, for me, would cease to be. Of love and pride and all bereft, And nothing more was left to me. It wasn't love, but only pride That lay there crushed and beaten. I see it now, too well, to hide, Since other dusts I've eaten. What stupid tears were shed for you Who now comes back so late. You see, my dear, that's over now I really couldn't wait. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HUMBLE-BEE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 2 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE COUNTY OF MAYO by THOMAS LAVELLE MAUBERLEY: 5. MEDALLION by EZRA POUND WRESTLING JACOB by CHARLES WESLEY EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 10. BLIND LOVE by PHILIP AYRES VERSES WRITTEN IN AN ALCOVE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |