You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
Yet less for loss of your dear presence there
Than that I thus found lacking in your make
That high compassion which can overbear
Reluctance for pure loving kindness' sake
Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,
You did not come.
You love me not,
And love alone can lend you loyalty;
-I know and knew it. But, unto the store
Of human deeds divine in all but name,
Was it not worth a little hour or more
To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came
To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be
You love me not.
A Broken Appointment
Thomas Hardy
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Poem topics: alone, hope, loss, woman, dear, kindness, human, pure, sake, high, divine, worth, I love you, time, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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