On summer afternoons I sit
Quiescent by you in the park,
And idly watch the sunbeams gild
And tint the ash-trees' bark.
Or else I watch the squirrels frisk
And chaffer in the grassy lane;
And all the while I mark your voice
Breaking with love and pain.
I know a woman who would give
Her chance of heaven to take my place;
To see the love-light in your eyes,
The love-glow on your face!
And there's a man whose lightest word
Can set my chilly blood afire;
Fulfilment of his least behest
Defines my life's desire.
But he will none of me, Nor I
Of you. Nor you of her. 'Tis said
The world is full of jests like these.--
I wish that I were dead.
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This poem leaks with sadness and I feel 4 lives are being denied happiness but I don't know why!
Maybe (trying to work on a time-frame) it's a mixed colour relationship that they are denying, this was my first thought. whatever the reason I find it very sad that for some reason these people are being held back from a happier future.
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