AH me! my heart is like to break, <br />The envied rose upon my cheek, <br />The blood red rose is cold and bleak <br /> Now Robin slighteth me. <br /> <br />Alas! a shadow lone and pale <br />I all unheard my lot bewail; <br />He listens to another's tale, <br /> He hath no ear for me. <br /> <br />Could he but look upon my grief <br />Would he not try to bring relief? <br />I feel my days below are brief, <br /> So deep the wound I dree. <br /> <br />I trail about I know not how; <br />I like a thief slink down the row, <br />For well behind my back I know <br /> The rest all laugh at me. <br /> <br />The rest to one the other wink <br />Whenever down the row I slink; <br />Their hearts are filled with glee to think <br /> How he my bane should be. <br /> <br />The very bairns have caught their words, <br />As notes are caught by mocking birds, <br />By jibes are rent my bosom chords, <br /> And grief is killing me. <br /> <br />I feel my days on earth are brief; <br />Ah! could he look upon my grief <br />Would he not try to bring relief? <br /> Would he not kinder be? <br /> <br />I dreamed last night to me he came; <br />A blush was on his cheek for shame; <br />He took my hand, he breathed my name; <br /> He gave such looks to me— <br /> <br />Such looks? No sun will rise to set <br />When I forget those looks, forget <br />Those star-bright eyes, those eyes of jet <br /> That wiled my heart from me. <br /> <br />The vision fled, and I was left <br />To mourn a lot of hope bereft— <br />To mourn what won my heart, and cleft, <br /> And oh, the agony! <br /> <br />Dear Robin—Dear? Without a peer, <br />And yet to me so dear, so dear! <br />Ah, fare-thee-well! and may'st thou ne'er <br /> Be doomed to sigh like me!<br /><br />Joseph Skipsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slighted-2/
