
A rejected lover mourns Edith, who married another man and has died, regretting that he did not press his suit. He scorns her poet husband, recalls her appearance and speech, and imagines kneeling before her in renewed devotion.
By Robert Browning · Genre: Dramatic Monologue, Love Poetry, Elegiac Poetry · 1,845 words
Here was I with my arm and heart / And brain, all yours for a word, a want / Put into a look -- just a look, your part, -- / While mine, to repay it... vainest vaunt, / Were the woman, that's dead, alive to hear, / Had her lover, that's lost, love's proof to show! / But I cannot show it; you cannot speak / From the churchyard neither, miles removed, / Though I feel by a pulse within my cheek, / Which stabs and stops, that the woman I loved / Needs help in her grave and finds none near, / Wants warmth from the heart which sends it -- so!
Too Late is listed on Textopian as a poem by Robert Browning, dated Date unknown.
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unrequited love · bereavement · regret · jealousy · remembrance