I WAITED at home all the while they were boating together -- My wife and my near neighbour's wife: Till there entered a woman I loved more than life, And we sat and sat on, and beheld the uprising dark weather, With a sense that some mischief was rife. Tidings came that the boat had capsized, and that one of the ladies Was drowned -- which of them was unknown: And I marvelled -- my friend's wife? -- or was it my own Who had gone in such wise to the land where the sun as the shade is? -- We learnt it was @3his@1 had so gone. Then I cried in unrest: "He is free! But no good is releasing To him as it would be to me!" "-- But it is," said the woman I loved, quietly. "How?" I asked her. "-- Because he has long loved me too without ceasing, And it's just the same thing, don't you see." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE KINGS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SOLITARY WOODSMAN by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS TO DEATH OF HIS LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON THE VIERZIDE CHAIRS by WILLIAM BARNES A WEDDING MARCH by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE BROKEN PITCHER by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |