I <br /> <br />O mother, I am sick of love, <br />I cannot laugh nor lift my head, <br />My bitter dreams have broken me, <br />I would my love were dead. <br /> <br />"Drink of the draught I brew for thee, <br />Thou shalt have quiet in its stead." <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />Where is the silver in the rain, <br />Where is the music in the sea, <br />Where is the bird that sang all day <br />To break my heart with melody? <br /> <br />"The night thou badst Love fly away, <br />He hid them all from thee."<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-love-goes/
