American Poetry 1922/Those Who Love
THOSE WHO LOVE
Those who loved the most
Do not talk of their love;
Dierdre, Iseult, Heloise
In the fragrant gardens of heaven
Are silent, or speak, if at all,
Of fragile, inconsistent things.
And a woman I used to know
Who loved one man from her youth,
Against the strength of the fates
Fighting in lonely pride,
Never spoke of this things,
But hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.