It would not hurt me quite as much, If you one spoken word had said, Had shunned not, dear, my willing touch, When all your own poor love was dead. If you had shown a little grace, Had made me think I might be brave! If you had dared to see my face, In pity for the love I crave. You broke my heart in more cruel way, Although you did not think I knew. You feared to pick the pieces up, Lest they might pierce the joy in you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HERETIC: 2. IRONY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER RELIEVING GUARD by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE LABORS OF HERCULES by MARIANNE MOORE IDYLL 11. THE CYCLOPS by THEOCRITUS A SHADOW OF THE NIGHT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE YOUNG BROTHER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SANDY STAR: 2. LAUGHING IT OUT by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE SONNET ON MOOR PARK: WRITTEN AT PARIS, MAY 10, 1825 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |