What can I give you, my lord, my lover, <br />You who have given the world to me, <br />Showed me the light and the joy that cover <br />The wild sweet earth and the restless sea? <br />All that I have are gifts of your giving — <br />If I gave them again, you would find them old, <br />And your soul would weary of always living <br />Before the mirror my life would hold. <br />What shall I give you, my lord, my lover? <br />The gift that breaks the heart in me: <br />I bid you awake at dawn and discover <br />I have gone my way and left you free.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-gift-42/
