A Modern Enchantress

Try as you may, you will not forget me,
Because I was never attained and possessed.
Just as your arms were outstretched to enfold me,
Onward I fled, an incarnate Unrest.

Ever denied makes ever desiring,
Ever eluded makes ever pursued.
Still would the chase be on, but that I vanished:
Tired was the Will-o'-the-wisp whom you wooed.

Love and be loved; you will always remember
Mine was the magic that holds men in thrall.
All of you turn from the love that surrenders,
Sighing for that which gives nothing at all!
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