I DO forgive you for the pain I bear, Though bitter pain is mingled with my bliss; For still I think, while thrilling to your kiss, "He found that other woman much more fair." I read your words, and see, immortal there, Another love -- how warm it was to this! And know that from my face you still must miss The beauty that another used to wear. Yet I forgive you, Dear, and bow my head To Destiny, my master and your own, -- He sets the way wherein my feet must tread; And if he give me nothing quite mine own, -- I know some day my heart, so sore bested, Will rest most quietly, and turn to stone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOROUGH: LETTER 22. POOR OF THE BOROUGH. PETER GRIMES by GEORGE CRABBE SUDDEN LIGHT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE MORAL FABLES: THE LION AND THE MOUSE by AESOP WHIM ALLEY by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. |