@3I have seen thy face aflame For love of me, Thy fair arms go mad, Thy lips tremble and mutter and rave. And -- surely -- This should leave a man content? Thou lovest not me now, But thou didst love me, And in loving me once Thou gavest me an eternal privilege, For I can think of thee.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JANUARY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE CRAFTSMAN by MARCUS B. CHRISTIAN VERSES, SUGGESTED BY THE FUNERAL OF AN EPITAPH IN BURY CHURCH-YARD by BERNARD BARTON CLEVEDON VERSES: 1. HALLAM'S CHURCH by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN LINES INSCRIBED ON A PLATTER by ROBERT BURNS |