Thrice happy fools! What wisdom shall we learn In this world or the next, if next there be, More deep, more full, more worthy our concern Than that first word of folly taught us? We Had suddenly grown silent. I could see Your cheek had lost a little of its hue, And your lips trembled, and beseechingly Your blue eyes turned to mine, and well I knew Your woman's instinct had divined my speech, The meaning of a word so lightly spoken. The word was a confession, clear to each, A pledge as plain and as distinct a token As that of Peter at his master's knees, "Thou knowest that I love thee more than these." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HIGHWAY DEATH TOLL by KAREN SWENSON TOUJOURS AMOUR by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN PEREGRINUS by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE TO JOSIAH ROYCE by BRENT DOW ALLINSON ON THE DEATH OF MRS. JENNINGS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |