You are soon tired indeed, to let me go
Ere girlhood's light has faded in my eyes—
Nay, I forget what makes me sadly wise—
I think you never loved me as I loved you.
See, take your ring, for token that we two
Unsay our troths and part, and simply part,
As though we never whispered, heart near heart,
In ignorance, so many lives ago.
We cannot be more strange than we have been,
More lonely, or more hopeless, or more dead,
By night and night-like day so wearily.
Will you know her better than you knew me,
I wonder; when, as I did, she shall lean
Out from my chair, near you to rest her head.