Offered by the Author to a beautiful young Lady, who returned it. What! then you won't accept it, won't you? Oh! No matter; pshaw! my heart is breaking, though. My bouquet is rejected; let it be: For what am I to you, or you to me? 'Tis true I once had hoped; but now, alas! Well, well; 'tis over now, and let it pass. I was a fool—perchance I am so still; You won't accept it! Let me dream you will: But that were idle. Shall we meet again? Why should we? Water for my burning brain? I could have loved thee—Could! I love thee yet. Can only Lethe teach me to forget? Oblivion's balm, oh tell me where to find! Is it a tenant of the anguish'd mind? Or is it?—ha! at last I see it come; Waiter! a bottle of your oldest rum. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW AUTUMN SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE BLACK MONKEY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD MIDSUMMER FROST (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG SONNET: 50 by GEORGE SANTAYANA LOVE IN AUTUMN by SARA TEASDALE THE LITTLE BLACK BOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE |