HERE are the tracks upon the sand Where stood last evening she and I - Pressed heart to heart and hand to hand; The morning sun has baked them dry. I kissed her wet face - wet with rain, For arid grief had burnt up tears, While reached us as in sleeping pain The distant gurgling of the weirs. 'I have married him - yes; feel that ring; 'Tis a week ago that he put it on.... A dutiful daughter does this thing, And resignation succeeds anon! 'But that I body and soul was yours Ere he'd possession, he'll never know. He's a confident man. "The husband scores," He says, "in the long run" ... Now, Dear, go!' I went. And to-day I pass the spot; It is only a smart the more to endure; And she whom I held is as though she were not, For they have resumed their honeymoon tour. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARY MAGDALENE by GEORGE HERBERT SNAKES, MONGOOSES, SNAKE-CHARMERS, AND THE LIKE by MARIANNE MOORE THE SCORPION by WILLIAM PLOMER IL PLEUT DOUCEMENT SUR LA VILLE by PAUL VERLAINE PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 69. AL-MAKUTADIR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE TIMES by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |