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Alfred Austin (Альфред Остин)


Too Late


Had you but shown me living what you show,
Now I am gone, to keep my grave-plot green,
And I but known what vainly now I know,
Lying here alone, how happy had I been!
If you with smiles had gladdened our joint home,
As now you drench my tenement with tears,
Up life's ascent together had we clomb,
And traversed hand-in-hand the slope of years.
Still is it solacing to feel you lay
Upon my sepulchre devoted flowers,
When hitherward you wend your widowed way
'Neath scorching sunshine or through drifting showers.
Pity that love is ofttimes forced by Fate,
In this unpunctual World, to come-too late! 



Alfred Austin's other poems:
  1. To Alfred Tennyson
  2. The Challenge Answered
  3. Why England Is Conservative
  4. Time’s Weariness
  5. Wordsworth At Dove Cottage


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Matthew Arnold (Мэтью Арнольд) Too Late ("Each on his own strict line we move")
  • Dinah Craik (Дина Крейк) Too Late ("Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas")

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