So am I from the town departed Where long it was my lot to dwell, And I am on my way stout-hearted Though none were met to say farewell. No surging crowd with fond caresses Has torn (thank God) the coat I wear, Nor are my lips bruised by the kisses Of inconsolable despair. The townsmen did not turn in sleeping As I went out at crack of day -- Well, let them damn well sleep -- my weeping Is but for one who stayed away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A TUFT OF GRASS by EMMA LAZARUS THE BOYS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A QUESTION by JOHN MILLINGTON SYNGE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 11 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH ADDRESS TO BEELZEBUB by ROBERT BURNS LINES by ALFRED GIBBS CAMPBELL SONNET: OF BECCHINA IN A RAGE by CECCO ANGIOLIERI DA SIENA LINES FROM A NOTEBOOK - MAY/JUNE 1811 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |