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By Coventry Patmore Submitted by Kendra143 Date: 2002 Jan 23 Comment on this Work [[2002.01.23.20.25.26382]] |
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'Perhaps she's dancing somewhere now!' The thoughts of light and music wake Sharp jealousies, that grow and grow Till silence and the darkness ache. He sees her step, so proud and gay, Which, ere he spake, foretold despair; Thus did she look, on such a day, And such the fashion of her hair; And thus she stood when, kneeling low, He took a bramble from her dress, And thus she laugh'd and talk'd, whose 'No' Was sweeter than another's 'Yes.' He feeds on thoughts that most deject; He impudently feigns her charms, So reverenced in his own respect, Dreadfully clasp'd by other arms; And turns, and puts his brows, that ache, Against the pillow where 'tis cold. If only now his heart wold break! But, oh, how much a heart can hold. |