Jewels of Romance/Solitude Studies/According to the Lover

by George Faunce Whitcomb

SOLITUDE

According to the Lover

Deep sorrow envenoms my mind,
For the joy which could have been mine has flown,
And in its stead, with pondrous weight has grown
The lifelong curse of being blind
To the lasting love you offered.
I, too eager to grasp the cloak of Fame,
Gave no heed to your love's consuming flame,
And ignored each delight you proffered.