LOOSE hands and part: I am not she you sought, The fair one whom in all your dreams you see, But something more of earth and less than she, That crowded her an instant from your thought. Blameless we face the fate this hour has brought. Unwitting I took hers; I set you free From all that you unwitting gave to me; Seek her and find her; I do grudge her naught. Love, after daylight, dark; so there is left This season stripped of you; but yet I know, Remembering the old, I cannot make These new days bitter or myself bereft. I know, O love, that I do love you so, While peace is yours my true heart cannot break! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BINSEY POPLARS (FELLED 1879) by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS HIC JACET by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON OVERTONES by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY THE DOUBLE STANDARD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE DANUBE RIVER by C. HAMILTON AIDE WELCOME TO EGYPT by MATHILDE BLIND WHO WON THE DAY by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |