Love Without Wings
I was the soul of you,
Past love or loathing,
Lost in the whole of you
Now, am I nothing ?
iv.
The fallen oak still keeps its yellow leaves
But all its growth is o'er !
So, at your name, my heart still beats and grieves
Although I love no more.
v.
And so I shall meet you
Again, my dear ;
How shall I greet you ?
What shall I hear ?
I, you forgot !
(But who shall say
You loved me not
—Yesterday ?)
vi.
Ah me, do you remember still
The garden where we strolled together
The empty groves, the little hill
Starred o'er with pale Italian heather ?
And you to me said never a word.
Nor I a single word to you.
And yet how sweet a thing was heard.
Resolved, abandoned by us two !
vii.
I know you love me not … I do not love you
Only at dead of night
I smile a little, softly dreaming of you
Until the dawn is bright.
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