Too late, too late! I did not know my fairness Would catch the world's keen eyes so! How the men look at me! My radiant rareness I deemed not they would prize so! That I was a peach for any man's posession Why did not some one say Before I leased myself in an hour's obsession To this dull mate for aye! His days are mine. I am one who cannot steal her Ahead of his plodding pace: As he is, so am I. One doomed to feel her A wasted form and face! I was so blind! It did sometimes just strike me All girls were not as I, But, dwelling much alone, how few were like me I could not well descry; Till, at this Grand Hotel, all looks bend on me In homage as I pass To take my seat at breakfast, dinner, -- cone me As poorly spoused, alas! I was too young. I dwelt too much on duty: If I had guessed my powers Where might have sailed this cargo of choice beauty In its unanchored hours! Well, husband, poor plain man; I've lost life's battle! -- Come - let them look at me. O damn, don't show in your looks that I'm your chattel Quite so emphatically! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CHILD DANCING IN THE WIND: 2 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE BEACON; A MUSICAL DRAMA by JOANNA BAILLIE A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 44 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE LORDS OF THE MAIN by JOSEPH STANSBURY THE PHOENIX REBORN FROM ITS ASHES by LOUIS ARAGON IN FESTUBERT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 39. FAREWELL TO JULIET (1) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |