All your sorrow, Louise, and hatred of me <br />Sprang from your delusion that it was wantonness <br />Of spirit and contempt of your soul's rights <br />Which made me turn to Annabelle and forsake you. <br />You really grew to hate me for love of me, <br />Because I was your soul's happiness, <br />Formed and tempered <br />To solve your life for you, and would not. <br />But you were my misery. If you had been <br />My happiness would I not have clung to you? <br />This is life's sorrow: <br />That one can be happy only where two are; <br />And that our hearts are drawn to stars <br />Which want us not.<br /><br />Edgar Lee Masters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/herbert-marshall/
