'Tis strange we are thus parted, not by death Or man's device, but by our own mad will, We who have stood together on life's path Through half a youth of good repute and ill, Friends more than lovers. See, Love's citadel We held so stoutly 'gainst a world in arms Lies all dismantled now, a sight to fill The Earth with lamentations and alarms. Whose was the fault? I dare not ask nor say. If there was treachery, 'tis best untold. The price of treason we receive to-day Is paid to both of us in evil gold. Ay, take thy bitter freedom. 'Tis the fee Of love betrayed and faith's apostasy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A COMPARISON by WILLIAM COWPER A COMPARISON [ADDRESSED] TO A YOUNG LADY by WILLIAM COWPER PEACE by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SONNET: THE HUMAN SEASONS by JOHN KEATS TWO ROBBERS by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON BENEDICTION by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE by EDWARD CARPENTER |