I WOULD not have thee know the tears I weep. The cold corroding vigils that I keep, And the dim-scarlet fainting dreams of sleep, I would not have thee know. Like burning embers lie upon my breast Those memories. Soon, soon (and it is best!) The heart must flame and break.—Sweet be thy rest! I would not have thee know. How grace by grace my beauty wears away, How daily deeper in the miry clay Time tramples Love and me—I pray, I pray That thou shalt never know. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIDDLING WOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. MERRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS REINFORCEMENTS by MARIANNE MOORE |