LOOSE hands and part: I am not she you sought, The fair one whom in all your dreams you see, But something more of earth and less than she, That crowded her an instant from your thought. Blameless we face the fate this hour has brought. Unwitting I took hers; I set you free From all that you unwitting gave to me; Seek her and find her; I do grudge her naught. Love, after daylight, dark; so there is left This season stripped of you; but yet I know, Remembering the old, I cannot make These new days bitter or myself bereft. I know, O love, that I do love you so, While peace is yours my true heart cannot break! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE DEATH OF A PHOTOGRAPHER by KAREN SWENSON AN EPIGRAM ON SCOLDING by JONATHAN SWIFT A FAERY SONG, SUNG BY THE PEOPLE OF FAERY OVER DIARMUID by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE SKY-GYPSY by WALTER BARDECK TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. WHO SHALL COMMAND THE HEART (1) by EDWARD CARPENTER |