Until it happened, as such things will be, That she, who had a proud man for her spouse None the less loving that unloved was he, Must bear a child, the heir to his high house. Then Adrian left her. It was idle sorrow Longer to wait a suppliant at her door, Weeping the promise of a lost to-morrow Which never could be his nor valued more. And he was tired of tears and nightly needed To feed his manhood's strength on stronger meat, And neither word of hers nor vow he heeded, Who was thus proved a daughter of deceit; And he was wrath with her and womanhood, And with himself, and chiefly wrath with God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IDEA: 14. TO TIME by MICHAEL DRAYTON WE WEAR THE MASK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON THE GOLD-SEEKERS by HAMLIN GARLAND A MIDSUMMER'S NOON IN THE AUSTRALIAN FOREST by CHARLES HARPUR THE ORACLES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TIPPERARY: 1. BY OUR OWN JAMES OPPENHEIM by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |