In my heart the old love <br /> Struggled with the new; <br />It was ghostly waking <br /> All night through. <br /> <br />Dear things, kind things, <br /> That my old love said, <br />Ranged themselves reproachfully <br /> Round my bed. <br /> <br />But I could not heed them, <br /> For I seemed to see <br />The eyes of my new love <br /> Fixed on me. <br /> <br />Old love, old love, <br /> How can I be true? <br />Shall I be faithless to myself <br /> Or to you?<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/new-love-and-old/
