And yet, there was a hunger in your eyes, Once, when you turned upon me suddenly; And suddenly you turned away from me, Once, when, evoking other memories, I said, "You hate me: answer: do you not Hate me?" and in your silence then I heard The ruined echo of another word, Love, Love, that wailed and would not be forgot. And once you laughed, that laugh I understand, Sadder than tears, a broken little laugh, As if a sob had shivered it in half. And once, when, pausing, I had laid my hand Upon your hand my hand could always thrill, The fingers stirred: ah! they remember still. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: CONSIDER FREELAND by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EARTH'S ANSWER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE DENIAL [OR, DENIALL] by GEORGE HERBERT THE WHITE SHIPS AND THE RED by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE COURTSHIP OF THE YONGHY-BONGHY-BO by EDWARD LEAR ELEGIAC SONNET: 44. WRITTEN IN THE CHURCH YARD AT MIDDLETON IN SUSSEX by CHARLOTTE SMITH |