A Failure Poem by Edith Wharton

A Failure

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(She Speaks.)


I MEANT to be so strong and true!
The world may smile and question, When?
But what I might have been to you
I cannot be to other men.
Just one in twenty to the rest,
And all in all to you alone, -
This was my dream; perchance 'tis best
That this, like other dreams, is flown.


For you I should have been so kind,
So prompt my spirit to control,
To win fresh vigor for my mind,
And purer beauties for my soul;
Beneath your eye I might have grown
To that divine, ideal height,
Which, mating wholly with your own,
Our equal spirits should unite.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 19 August 2014

Beautiful imaginations and nice poem it is.

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Birgitta Abimbola Heikka 18 August 2014

Beautiful poem by a great writer.

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Stephen W 18 August 2014

Very sad poem. Many of us have such bitter regrets.

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Pranab K Chakraborty 18 August 2012

This was my dream; perchance 'tis best That this, like other dreams, is flown........ Fantastic reality also engraved with the whole. Nice...................................................................Pranab k c

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