Classic Poem

Loose hands and part: I am not she you sought,
——The fair one whom in all our dreams you see,
——But something more of earth and less than she,
That crowded her an instant from your thought.
Blameless we face the fate this hour has brought.
——Unwitting I took hers; I set you free
——From all that you unwitting gave to me;
Seek her and find her; I do grudge her naught.
Love, after daylight, dark; so there is left
——This season stripped of you; but yet I know,
Remembering the old, I cannot make
These new days bitter or myself bereft.
——I know, O love, that I do love you so,
While peace is yours my true heart cannot break!