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Poem by Alfred Austin

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

Alfred Austin's other poems:
  1. Why England Is Conservative
  2. Nocturnal Vigils
  3. Aspromonte
  4. When Runnels Began to Leap and Sing
  5. The Death Of Huss

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

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

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