by Arthur Symons (1865 - 1945)

After love
Language: English 
To part now and parting now,
Never to meet again;
To have done for ever; I and thou,
With joy, and so with pain.

It is too hard, too hard to meet
If we trust love no more;
Those other meetings were too sweet
That went before.

And I would have, now love is over,
An end to all, and end:
I cannot, having been your lover,
Stoop to become your friends! 


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This text was added to the website: 2008-07-07
Line count: 12
Word count: 72