O Sweetheart, hear you Your lover's tale; A man shall have sorrow When friends him fail. For he shall know then Friends be untrue And a little ashes Their words come to. But one unto him Will softly move And softly woo him In ways of love. His hand is under Her smooth round breast; So he who has sorrow Shall have rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VICARIOUS ATONEMENT by RICHARD ALDINGTON A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST THE OCTOROON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON A PALMETTO by SIDNEY LANIER CITIES OF THE PLAIN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |