BE frank with me, and I accept my lot; But deal not with me as a grieving child, Who for the loss of that which he hath not Is by a show of kindness thus beguiled. Raise not for me, from its enshrouded tomb, The ghostly likeness of a hope deceased; Nor think to cheat the darkness of my doom By wavering doubts how far thou art released: This dressing pity in the garb of love, -- This effort of the heart to @3seem@1 the same, -- These sighs and lingerings, (which nothing prove But that thou leavest me with a kind of shame,) -- Remind me more, by their most vain deceit, Of the dear loss of all which thou dost counterfeit. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUMMER by HAYDEN CARRUTH A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 47. THE CARPENTER'S SON by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE LEADEN-EYED by NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY THE HOUSE ON THE HILL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |