Thy strong arms are around me, love <br />My head is on thy breast; <br />Low words of comfort come from thee <br />Yet my soul has no rest. <br /> <br />For I am but a startled thing <br />Nor can I ever be <br />Aught save a bird whose broken wing <br />Must fly away from thee. <br /> <br />I cannot give to thee the love <br />I gave so long ago, <br />The love that turned and struck me down <br />Amid the blinding snow. <br /> <br />I can but give a failing heart <br />And weary eyes of pain, <br />A faded mouth that cannot smile <br />And may not laugh again. <br /> <br />Yet keep thine arms around me, love, <br />Until I fall to sleep; <br />Then leave me, saying no goodbye <br />Lest I might wake, and weep.<br /><br />Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/worn-out/
