Pity me not because the light of day <br />At close of day no longer walks the sky; <br />Pity me not for beauties passed away <br />From field and thicket as the the year goes by; <br />Pity me not the waning of the moon, <br />Nor that the ebbing tide goes out to sea, <br />Nor that a man's desire is hushed so soon, <br />And you no longer look with love on me. <br />This have I known always: Love is no more <br />Than the wide blossom which the wind assails, <br />Than the great tide that treads the shifting shore, <br />Strewing fresh wreckage gathered in the gales: <br />Pity me that the heart is slow to learn <br />What the swift mind beholds at ever turn.<br /><br />Edna St. Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pity-me-not-because-the-light-of-day/
