SORROWFUL FREEDOM
Long days I begged of my heart to be
Released from a love that haunted me—
The memory of a last embrace,
A tyrannous and a lovely face.
“Free me,” I said, “from an old love,
The memory and the might thereof—
Free to follow and take my fill
Of beauty and laughter where I will.”
Never a word my heart replied:
But on a day the old love died;
Vanished, never to come again,
All the passion and all the pain.
Come—we are free to take our fill
Of beauty and laughter where we will—
O heart, are we free forevermore
From the old sorrow we loved before!