NO! Though 't were possible that bitter pain By this dead heart could once again be known: No! Though a flower of hope could once again Upon the desert of my life be grown; Though thy sweet innocence without a stain Could e'en for me thy soul to pity move-- Dear child, thy guileless charity were vain; I could not, and I would not, dare to love. But still that fated hour must on thee fall, When the whole world shall seem as nothingness, My true, my pure affection then recall; You'll find alike in joy and in distress My hand to thine in ready succour shown, And my sad heart to listen to thine own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COLORS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SONG OF THE WAVE by ROBERT FROST FOR OUR BETTER GRACES by JAMES GALVIN OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO EMILIE BIGELOW HAPGOOD - PHILANTHROPIST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |