A Broken Appointment

You did not come,
And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
Yet less for loss of your dear presence there
Than that I thus found lacking in your make
That high compassion which can overbear
Reluctance for pure lovingkindness' sake
Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum,
You did not come.

You love not me,
And love alone can lend you loyalty;
-I know and knew it. But, unto the store
Of human deeds divine in all but name,
Was it not worth a little hour or more
To add yet this: Once you, a woman, came
To soothe a time-torn man; even though it be
You love not me.

by Thomas Hardy

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I am disappointed, not that you don’t love me, but that you are not the kind of person who, in spite of not loving me, in spite of having lost the accidental loyalty of deep feeling, would give up just an hour of yours, worth so little in itself, in order to bring out the true value of compassion at its most human, which is that it is not so fickle or selective, not so irresponsible, as love.
So simple but heart touching
This poem revels many secret of life.
Best perception of grief.
.......so heartbreaking to discover one does not love thee ★
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