THINK, sweetest, if my lids are not now wet, The tenderest tears lie ready at the brim, To see thine own dear eyes -- so pale and dim, -- Touching my soul with full and fond regret, For on thy ease my heart's whole care is set; Seeing I love thee in no passionate whim, Whose summer dates but with the rose's trim, Which one hot June can perish and beget, -- Ah, no! I chose thee for affection's pet, For unworn love, and constant cherishing -- To smile but to thy smile -- or else to fret When thou art fretted -- rather than to sing Elsewhere. Alas! I ought to soothe and kiss Thy dear pale cheek while I assure thee this! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CITY VIGNETTE: RAIN AT NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE TWO SONGS OF A FOOL: 2 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A TRAMPWOMAN'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS HARDY ECHOES: 9 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE WEATHER-COCK POINTS SOUTH by AMY LOWELL PARTED FRIENDS by JAMES MONTGOMERY |