All that remains for me, In this world, after this, Is, but to take a kiss For what a kiss should be; To stake one's heart to win, Yet have no heart to lose: Now I am free to choose, Now, let the game begin! If my hand shakes and swerves A little as I play, Well, such a yesterday Was trying for one's nerves. But I am wary, see! I know the game at last. I know the past is past, And what remains for me: To play a lighter stake, Nor lay one's heart above, And to have done with love For ever, for your sake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BATUSCHKA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DAY AND NIGHT SONGS by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THROUGH; A VISION OF VICTORY by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON A SWEET CONTENTION BETWEEN LOVE, HIS MISTRESS, AND BEAUTY by NICHOLAS BRETON KING AND PEOPLE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB UPON THIS WORK OF HIS BELOVED FRIEND THE AUTHOR by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |