Love, we must part now: do not let it be <br />Calamitious and bitter. In the past <br />There has been too much moonlight and self-pity: <br />Let us have done with it: for now at last <br />Never has sun more boldly paced the sky, <br />Never were hearts more eager to be free, <br />To kick down worlds, lash forests; you and I <br />No longer hold them; we are husks, that see <br />The grain going forward to a different use. <br /> <br />There is regret. Always, there is regret. <br />But it is better that our lives unloose, <br />As two tall ships, wind-mastered, wet with light, <br />Break from an estuary with their courses set, <br />And waving part, and waving drop from sight.<br /><br />Philip Larkin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-we-must-part-now/
