THERE are things, I know, that are sad and strange, As the world swings round in the old-time way; O Life is the same, though the seasons change, And laughter and tears make our little day. But one sad thing is the saddest of all, Filling women's hearts with old regrets -- They take their love as a gift from above -- A woman remembers, a man -- forgets! You may say what you will, a woman's heart Counts all as loss till she loves and lives In the golden hours that seem to start A new white world; and she always gives All that she has, or dreams, or knows -- All that she feels -- and she never regrets. She gives her all, yet her meed is small -- A woman remembers, a man -- forgets! Men love to-day -- and laugh to-night, Forgetting a heart may break the while; A woman loves in her strength and might, A man forgets -- at another smile! And the sad, mad world turns swiftly round, And thus shall it be till the last sun sets; A woman takes love as a gift from above -- A woman remembers, a man -- forgets! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR LAUREL AND HARDY ON MY WORKROOM WALL by DAVID WAGONER THE SLAVE AUCTION by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER HIS PRAYER FOR ABSOLUTION by ROBERT HERRICK MY MARYLAND by JAMES RYDER RANDALL THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER LAUS DEO! by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE HYMNARY: 324. WHITSUNTIDE by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR |