YOUR heart broke when you answered me, Your spirit wept, for I could see The tear-drops tremble to the lawn Like dying notes of mass at dawn. Now seven summers by have fled Since first you told me love was dead, And though my love has never died My heart is somehow satisfied. For where your tears of sorrow fell The violets have made a dell, And there, when anguish comes anew, I steal away to worship you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OH! WEEP FOR THOSE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 12 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE TRANSFORMATION OF A TEXAS GIRL by JAMES BARTON ADAMS LIFE'S LITTLE DAY by MARY BALL ARMSTRONG EPIGRAM ON A ROPE-MAKER HANGED by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) ODE FOR AN AGRICULTURAL CELEBRATION by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |