OFT have I sighed for him that hears me not; Who absent hath both love and me forgot. O yet I languish still through his delay: Days seem as years when wished friends break their day. Had he but loved as common lovers use, His faithless stay some kindness would excuse: O yet I languish still, still constant mourn For him that can break vows but not return. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF ONE DEAD by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD'S BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS UNWANTED MEMORY by CLARENCE MAJOR IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALFRED MOIR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IMPRESSIONS OF FRANCOIS-MARIE AROUET (DE VOLTAIRE) by EZRA POUND |