I <br />O LIFE, dear Life, in this fair house <br />Long since did I, it seems to me, <br />In some mysterious doleful way <br />Fall out of love with thee. <br /> <br />For, Life, thou art become a ghost, <br />A memory of days gone by, <br />A poor forsaken thing between <br />A heartache and a sigh. <br /> <br />And now, with shadows from the hills <br />Thronging the twilight, wraith on wraith, <br />Unlock the door and let me go <br />To thy dark rival Death! <br /> <br /> <br />II <br />O Heart, dear Heart, in this fair house <br />Why hast thou wearied and grown tired, <br />Between a morning and a night, <br />Of all thy soul desired? <br /> <br />Fond one, who cannot understand, <br />Even these shadows on the floor, <br />Yet must be dreaming of dark loves <br />And joys beyond my door! <br /> <br />But I am beautiful past all <br />The timid tumult of thy mood, <br />And thou returning not must still <br />Be mine in solitude.<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-faithless-lover/
