In my heart the old love <br />Struggled with the new, <br />It was ghostly waking <br />All night through. <br /> <br />Dear things, kind things <br />That my old love said, <br />Ranged themselves reproachfully <br />Round my bed. <br /> <br />But I could not heed them, <br />For I seemed to see <br />Dark eyes of my new love <br />Fixed on me. <br /> <br />Old love, old love, <br />How can I be true? <br />Shall I be faithless to myself <br />Or to you?<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-love-and-new/
