I held the frail cup carefully -- My timid soul was bare -- I had distilled so prayerfully The wine I sought to share. Your lips defiled the sacrament; A laugh of evil glee Disfigured every lineament In shocking raillery. You dropped the cup disdainfully And stepped outside. My sore Bewildered heart surged painfully; I softly closed the door. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIE-DOWN OF A BONSAI by MARVIN BELL OF THE THEME OF LOVE by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH A RENUNCIATION by EDWARD DE VERE THE MEDAL; A SATIRE AGAINST SEDITION by JOHN DRYDEN HIS REQUEST TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET: ENGLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |