So Is No Warmth for me at Your Fire

If I should learn, in some quite casual way

That you no longer love me, nor ever did

I should fill the streets at noon

 

With poems written, never given!

And heart-ache believed, but given up

For the wise heart knows how to let go!

 

If I should learn, my dearest friend

That at the station of lights

You found other stars

 

I would burn more bright

Not remembering the direction of your sun

But of the cosmic alignment 

 

With always greater evolving care

How the purest light, always rushes forward

I should not cry aloud �" I should not cry

 

These will be but memories of Earth

One day to be so dim, like your spell on me.

Reviews

[Marie]

Sounds like Edna St. Vincent Millet, whom I love.

[Prolific In Verse]

You are always correct on these things.