'Tis ended truly, truly as was best. Love is a little thing, for one short day; You could not make it your life's only quest, Nor watch the poor corpse long in its decay. Go forth, dear, thou hast much to do on earth; In life's campaign there waits thee a great part, Much to be won and conquered of more worth Than this poor victory of a woman's heart. For me the daylight of my years is dim. I seek not gladness, yet shall find content In such small duties as are learned of Him Who bore all sorrows, till my youth is spent. Yet come what may to me of weal or woe, I love thee, bless thee, dear, where'er thou go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND MARRIAGE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SPRING, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BLOSSOM, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ANACTORIA by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE TO THE CUCKOO (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ODE; SUNG BY THE CHILDREN OF THE PUBLIC SCHOOLS by W. T. ADAMS |