Though you are gone and I am left alone, With but this shadow by my body thrown, And nothing more; Though you are gone, and I am feeling poor, Yet still the root is fed Of my self-love, and but the leaves are dead. But if, when I am old, and in the street With a new love that's young, we three should meet; And she should say, 'Who's that old hag that stares so hard this way' -- What answer should she meet? May I drop dead in pity at your feet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLOUGHER [OR PLOWER] by PADRAIC COLUM ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 1 by PHILIP SIDNEY ALCAICS: TO H. F. BROWN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE SCHOLAR OF HIS OWN PUPIL; THIRD IDYLLIUM by BION MY WINDOW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FORGIVENESS by THORA MACCLARRAN BURGESS |