HAVE you seen walking through the village A man with downcast eyes and haggard face? That is my husband who, by secret cruelty Never to be told, robbed me of my youth and my beauty; Till at last, wrinkled and with yellow teeth, And with broken pride and shameful humility, I sank into the grave. But what think you gnaws at my husband's heart? The face of what I was, the face of what he made me! These are driving him to the place where I lie. In death, therefore, I am avenged. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VENUS OF THE LOUVRE by EMMA LAZARUS SONNET: 9. TO THE RIVER LODON by THOMAS WARTON THE YOUNGER IN NOVEMBER by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH THE LITTLE MATCH-GIRL by HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN SUNRISE AND SUNSET: 1. SUNRISE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) DULL DEVOTION by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |