There is no magic any more, <br /> We meet as other people do, <br />You work no miracle for me <br /> Nor I for you. <br /> <br />You were the wind and I the sea -- <br /> There is no splendor any more, <br />I have grown listless as the pool <br /> Beside the shore. <br /> <br />But though the pool is safe from storm <br /> And from the tide has found surcease, <br />It grows more bitter than the sea, <br /> For all its peace.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-love/
