Author Richard Henry Dana He paused. And soon the wildness passed. Then came the tingling flush of shame. Remorse and fear are gone as fast. “The silly thing 's to blameTo quit us so. 'T is plain she loved us not;Or she had stayed awhile, and shared my cot.” Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments