Time heals the wound, but still the scar is there! And that same spot can never be as strong As is the flesh about it, nor as fair To look upon. And when, with every prong The blood flows freely as when long ago, Before we learned our dreaming to forget, The pain is just as poignant, and we know And feel the wasting fires within us yet. @3A heart is pierced while tender still and young, And though with passing years it coarser wears, The one whose hand to wounding it has sprung A dagger for that heart forever bears.@1 The heart cannot forget its former pain, And with each stab the wound is fresh again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET COMPOSED ON A JOURNEY HOMEWARD by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A NEW EARTH by WILLIAM ARTHUR DUNKERLEY THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MEETING by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS RIDDLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE ARGO'S CHANTY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SONNET: POET TO POET by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON ETERNAL BEAUTY by GRACE EVELYN BROWN TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE SONG OF THE BIRDS, WHO HEARS by EDWARD CARPENTER |