I went back to the clanging city, <br /> I went back where my old loves stayed, <br />But my heart was full of my new love's glory, <br /> My eyes were laughing and unafraid. <br /> <br />I met one who had loved me madly <br /> And told his love for all to hear -- <br />But we talked of a thousand things together, <br /> The past was buried too deep to fear. <br /> <br />I met the other, whose love was given <br /> With never a kiss and scarcely a word -- <br />Oh, it was then the terror took me <br /> Of words unuttered that breathed and stirred. <br /> <br />Oh, love that lives its life with laughter <br /> Or love that lives its life with tears <br />Can die -- but love that is never spoken <br /> Goes like a ghost through the winding years. . . . <br /> <br />I went back to the clanging city, <br /> I went back where my old loves stayed, <br />My heart was full of my new love's glory, -- <br /> But my eyes were suddenly afraid. <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Venus<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ghost-2/
