Broken

I.

                        Broken!
    It's only a ring - a plain, old ring,
        Worn down to a thread almost -
    Fling it away - the useless thing!
        What value now can it boast? -
                Fling it away!
            Yet stay! - oh stay
                Ere you cast it away!
        There's a tale of the vanished years
            That ever will cling,
                To that broken ring,
        That hallows and endears -
                        Oh stay!
In vain! - in vain! - What matters it now
    That tenderest memories cling
To that thread of gold so wasted and old -
    Who cares for a broken ring? -
                Fling it away!


II.

                        Broken!
    It's only a vase - an old, stone vase -
        Ancient and out of style -
    That has stood for years in the chimney place,
        Provoking many a smile -
                Throw it away!
            Yet stay! - that vase
                Held honored place
        In the sight of prince and peer
            And the flowers it held
                Were gathered of old
        By the lovely and the dear! -
                        Oh stay!
In vain! - In vain! - What matters it now
How honored was once its place!
It is broken, and old, and the hearts are cold
That cherished the old stone vase -
                Throw it away!


III.

                        Broken!
    It's only a promise - as light as air -
        Though earnestly, solemnly given,
    Made to be broken - yet who should care? -
        Do you think it was heard in Heaven? -
                Break it to day!
            Yet stay! - that breath
                Is a blast of death
        To an innocent human heart!
            Unsay the word,
                For God has heard!
        And He taketh the wronged one's part - -
                Break it not to-day!
In vain! - in vain! - What matters it now?
It was only a breath - no more!
A faithless promise - a traitor's vow -
Such things have happened before -
                It's broken to-day!


IV.

                        Broken!
    It's only a heart - a human heart -
        That has throbbed for years and years,
    With the burning pain and the cruel smart
        Whose agony knows no tears -
                Cast it away'
            Yet stay! - oh stay!
                A father, grey
        And sorrowful, prayed for her long
            And a mother's love
                Bore to God above
        The tale of her poor childs wrong! -
                Cast it not away!
In vain! - 'Tis a story old and worn -
This story of falsehood's art -
Of the harsh world's withering blight and scorn, -
Who cares for the broken heart
                That's been cast away?

Pamela S. Vining (J. C. Yule)

Pamela S. Vining, also known by her pseudonym J. C. Yule, was an English poet whose work was recognized in the 19th century. Despite her significant contribution to English poetry, detailed information about her life, including her birth and death dates, remains elusive. She remains a noteworthy figure in the canon of English literature for her emotive and thought-provoking poetry.

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