Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume I/Too Late

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Poems, Volume I by Florence Earle Coates Too Late

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TOO LATE

THE words of love I never said to thee   I whisper now, The tenderness I might have given thee   I offer now, As at thy feet, who hopeless knelt to me,   I, hopeless, bow. The wintry bush in yonder hedgerow growing,   A rose adorns, And near and far are snowy clusters blowing,   Where late were thorns; But still my heart, nor bud nor blossom knowing,   Unpitied mourns. I see the bird that to his mate is winging—   His mate so dear, The very heart within his breast is singing   As he draws near, And I, O love, too late my love am bringing—   Thou dost not hear!