O love, you have shorn me, and rifled my heart, You have torn down the shrine from the innermost part, And through it now rushes a grief, sadly-wild, That breaks as the plaint of a sorrowing child. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH IMPERTURBABLE by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MEMORY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TOWARD THE GULF; DEDICATED TO THEODORE ROOSEVELT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |