I FEEL the presence of my own despair; It darkens round me palpable and vast. I gave my heart unconsciously; it filled With love as flowers are filled with early dew, And with the light of morning. If he be false, he who appeared so true, Can there be any further truth in life, When falsehood wears such seeming? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON THE WHITE BIRDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |