The way of all transgressors is not hard, As mine is. Other men have lightly sinned, And joyously accepted their reward; And memory, whistling as an idle wind, Sang nothing in their ears to follow them Down the despairing hollows of their nights; Yet something burns my heart out like a flame If I but think on those foregone delights. Why should I suffer, since I did the wrong? God knows that I repent not. Why should I Suffer? Take courage, feeble heart, be strong, Poor heart that whimpers like a cur. O why, In futile and dishonourable pain, Moan on the grave of love that you have slain? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ADAM WEIRAUCH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WHEN THERE IS PEACE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON EASTER DAY [IN ROME] by OSCAR WILDE LILIES: 8 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE LAST BALLADE; MASTER FRANCOIS VILLON LOQUITUR by THOMAS BEER |