Within a little while he may forget Her wholly -- I will wait, and trust, and pray. If only he would not dream so, and yet I know a man his age must love the gay Aprilian freshness of her hair and eyes, And feel years younger, when they laugh together ... I do not blame him much (nor is it wise To blame her greatly, ignorant as to whether She knew he had a wife and children here). Within a little while, perhaps tomorrow, He may turn toward me, whispering "O my dear," -- So I will trust, and wait him through my sorrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR BIRTH-CORD by KOFI ANYIDOHO THE ATAVISTIC MAID by BERTON BRALEY EL CAMINO REAL by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON LINES ON A PICTURE OF A GIRL IN THE ATTITUDE OF A PRAYER BY THE ARTIST GRUSE by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE CANTERBURY TALES: THE SUMMONER'S TALE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER A NIGHT TRAIL by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. LEWTI, OR THE CIRCASSIAN LOVE CHANT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |