Classic Poem

Yes, you have taken everything from me:
Beauty and love and all the measureless
Impatience of proud April; even our sea
Shouting under the gulls; all that we
Had touched; the curve of things we used to press
Glowing against our senses; mystery
And movement … everything taken … taken … yes,
Even the little brave irrelevancies.
Like brooding water, dripping watercress,
The cool dark noise of cropping; cruising bees
On hot gold expeditions—even these
You took from me—Oh, spare me your caress,
Leave me at least my own bleak loneliness!