O Love, my love, it's over then— <br />Your heart flies free; <br />And it's now no more us two again, <br />The door on you and me. <br />And it's now no more the supper spread, <br />The stove singing low. <br />Oh, worlds away your feet are led, <br />Where wild winds blow! <br /> <br />Oh, seas between and worlds away <br />Our paths run now. <br />Go, for more dead than coffined clay <br />Is love's dead vow. <br />Go, may your bread be sweet, your rest <br />As soft and deep be <br />As when you slept upon my breast <br />And gave the world for me. <br /> <br />Go, for my heart cries out with pain, <br />With joy cries out. <br />Go ! you've unwound the golden chain— <br />Love's hope, love's doubt. <br />Go! you were mine—now mine shall be <br />The whole brave world. <br />My spirit flutters and is free, <br />With wings unfurled. <br /> <br />Out of my little house of bliss, <br />O lost love sweet, <br />Out of my grief and loneliness <br />Now will I rise to greet <br />My friend who begs in the street below, <br />My friend who prays above; <br />And each will be—oh, well I know!— <br />You—you, lost love.<br /><br />Harriet Monroe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deserted-11/
