IF Love and I were all alone
I might forget to grieve,
And for his pleasure and my own
Might happier garlands weave;
But you sit there, and watch us wear
The mourning wreaths you wove:
And while such mocking eyes you bear
I am not friends with Love.
Withdraw those cruel eyes, and let
Me search the garden through
That I may weave, ere Love be set,
The wreath of Love for you;
Till you, whom Love so well adorns,
Its hidden thorns discover,
And know at last what crown of thorns
It was you gave your lover.
Chagrin D'amour
Edith Nesbit
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Poem topics: alone, hidden, pleasure, crown, garden, discover, forget, watch, I love you, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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