You say that, by a newer Wooer, Your heart has been invaded, Raided; Unguessing that my harder Ardor Might possibly have faded, Jaded. Long intervals I've waited, Sated, To (rather than resist you) Tryst you; And, as you termed hot courting Sporting, I've often, to assist you, Kissed you. One knows, apart from college Knowledge, That love is but an able Fable... And so, at this impending Ending I feel entirely stable, Mabel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OLNEY HYMNS: 18. LOVEST THOU ME? by WILLIAM COWPER THE FUNERAL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE MIDNIGHT ON THE GREAT WESTERN by THOMAS HARDY CRITICS AND CONNOISSEURS by MARIANNE MOORE TO A WILD DUCK by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON FANCY-LAND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE SHEARERS'SONG, FR. KING RENE'S ROMANCE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |