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Rivers to the Sea (Collection)/After Love

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Macmillan Company, page 53

AFTER LOVE

There is no magic when we meet,
We speak as other people do,
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.


You were the wind and I the sea—
There is no splendor any more,
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.


But tho' the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease,
It grows more bitter than the sea,
For all its peace.