Not only Love Plus Awful Grief

Not only love plus awful grief, The ardent and consuming pain

Of all who loved and who remain

To tend alone the buried brief

Eternal, propping laurel-leaf

And frozen rose above the slain,- But pity lest they die again

Makes of the mind an iron sheaf

Of bundled memories. Ah, bright ghost, / Who shadow all I have and do, / Be gracious in your turn, be gone!

Suffice it that I loved you most. I would be rid of even you, / And see the world I look upon.