Explore "A Fixed Idea" by Amy Lowell on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
What torture lurks within a single thought / When grown too constant, and however kind, / However welcome still, the weary mind / Aches with its presence. Dull remembrance taught / Remembers on unceasingly; unsought / The old delight is with us but to find / That all recurring joy is pain refined, / Become a habit, and we struggle, caught.
You lie upon my heart as on a nest, / Folded in peace, for you can never know / How crushed I am with having you at rest / Heavy upon my life. I love you so / You bind my freedom from its rightful quest.
In mercy lift your drooping wings and go.