If I must live and live without you It should be done with honor to myself, Intolerant of listless days and weeping, And pain that pillages the heart by stealth. All in good time the dream is half-forgotten And much is found to brighten and beguile; Though twenty years from now if I remember I shall not think of you or of this year and smile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CANE: NOVEMBER COTTON FLOWER by JEAN TOOMER OF AN ORCHARD by KATHARINE TYNAN TO CATULLUS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES MEG O' THE MILL by ROBERT BURNS E NIHILO NIHIL by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AD CHLOEN, M.A.; FRESH FROM HER CAMBRIDGE EXAMINATION by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS |