Rivers to the Sea (Collection)/Love-free

by Sara Teasdale

 

LOVE-FREE

I am free of love as a bird flying south in the autumn,
Swift and intent, asking no joy from another,
Glad to forget all of the passion of April
⁠Ere it was love-free.

I am free of love, and I listen to music lightly,
But if he returned, if he should look at me deeply,
I should awake, I should awake and remember
⁠I am my lover's.