Again Love left you. With appealing eyes You watched him go, and lips apart to speak. He left you, and once more the sun did rise And the sun set, and week trod close on week And month on month, till you had reached the goal Of forty years, and life's full waters grew To bitterness and flooded all your soul, Making you loathe old things and pine for new. And you into the wilderness had fled, And in your desolation loud did cry, "Oh for a hand to turn these stones to bread!" Then in your ear Love whispered scornfully, "Thou too, poor fool, thou, even thou," he said, "Shalt taste thy little honey ere thou die." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLISSFUL DAY by ROBERT BURNS TO SOME LADIES [ON RECEIVING A CURIOUS SHELL] by JOHN KEATS RING FROM THE RIM OF THE GLASS, BOYS by JOHN CLINTON ANTHONY TO A DOG by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD YOUR TREASURE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 18 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |