1 O! I care not that my earthly lot Hath -- little of Earth in it -- That years of love have been forgot In the fever of a minute -- 2 I heed not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I -- But that you meddle with my fate Who am a passer-by. 3 It @3is@1 not that my founts of bliss Are gushing -- strange! with tears -- Or that the thrill of a single kiss Hath palsied many years -- 4 'Tis not that the flowers of twenty springs Which have wither'd as they rose Lie dead on my heart-strings With the weight of an age of snows. 5 Nor that the grass -- O! may it thrive! On my grave is growing or grown -- But that, while I am dead yet alive I cannot be, lady, alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL FIFTH AVENUE-SPRING AFTERNOON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE MASTER'S TOUCH by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR SIX TOWN ECLOGUES: SATURDAY; THE SMALL-POX by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE TWO MICE by AESOP |