Poems of Passion/Not Quite the Same

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Poems of Passion by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Not Quite the Same

Not quite the same the spring-time seems to me,
        Since that sad season when in separate ways
        Our paths diverged. There are no more such days
As dawned for us in that lost time when we
        Dwelt in the realm of dreams, illusive dreams;
        Spring may be just as fair now, but it seems
                Not quite the same.

Not quite the same is life, since we two parted,
        Knowing it best to go our ways alone.
        Fair measures of success we both have known,
And pleasant hours, and yet something departed
        Which gold, nor fame, nor anything we win
        Can all replace. And either life has been
                Not quite the same.

Love is not quite the same, although each heart
        Has formed new ties that are both sweet and true,
        But that wild rapture, which of old we knew,
Seems to have been a something set apart
        With that lost dream. There is no passion, now,
        Mixed with this later love, which seems, somehow,
                Not quite the same.

Not quite the same am I. My inner being
        Reasons and knows that all is for the best.
        Yet vague regrets stir always in my breast,
As my soul's eyes turn sadly backward, seeing
        The vanished self that evermore must be,
        This side of what we call eternity,
                Not quite the same.


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