Let me now sleep, let me not think, let me
Not ache with inconsistent
tenderness.
It was untenable delight; we're free -
Separate, equal - and
if loverless,
Love consumes time which is more dear than love,
More
unreplicable. With everything
Thus posited, the choice was clear enough
And daylight ratified our reckoning.
Now only movement marks the birds from the pines;
Now it is dark; the blinded
stars appear;
I am alone; you cannot read these lines
Who are with me
when no-one else is here,
Who are with me and I cannot hear my voice
And
take my hand and abrogate the choice.
