I had visited her often, Long had sought, with vain endeavor, Her obdurate heart to soften; But she answered, "never, never." Then it softened and ran widely, Like an ink-drop on a blotter. I ceased labor, tasted idly, Found it bitter, and forgot her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WIFE IN LONDON by THOMAS HARDY THE YEAR'S AWAKENING by THOMAS HARDY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 12 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE LAMENTATION OF GLUMDALCLITCH FOR THE LOSS OF GRILDRIG by ALEXANDER POPE THE LAST MAN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PSALM 11. IN DOMINO CONFIDO by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A PRAYER by CLARENCE M. BURKHOLDER |