When my lover put the sea between us <br />And went wandering in Italy <br />My poor silly heart miscalled his journey— <br />'Leaving me'. <br />Towns of Spain and Italy he stayed in, <br />Each and all of them to me unknown; <br />How could he find pleasure being a lover, <br />Being alone! <br />Truly I was not as fair as Venice, <br />Noble as Siena, strange as Rome. <br />Certainly he loved Milan and Florence <br />More than home. <br />I believed his absence had estranged us <br />And across the heart-dividing sea <br />Sent him word that I no longer loved him. <br />Foolish me! <br />Came his answer after months of waiting <br />Echoing my letter, lie for lie. <br />Truth or lies I know not. Which unfaithful, <br />He or I.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-my-lover-put-the-sea-between-us/
