I was not he the man
Who used to pilgrim to your gate,
At whose smart step you grew elate,
And rosed, as maidens can,
For a brief span.
It was not I who sang
Beside the keys you touched so true
With note-bent eyes, as if with you
It counted not whence sprang
The voice that rang . . .
Yet though my destiny
It was to miss your early sweet,
You still, when turned to you my feet,
Had sweet enough to be
A prize for me!
I Was Not He (song)
Thomas Hardy
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Poem topics: I miss you, destiny, smart, voice, true, early, step, sweet, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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