Poems

You Shall Be Free

I will not hold you by restraining hands
Nor yet by tears that silently accuse
You shall be free -- like waters on the stands
That come, and go, and tarry, as they choose.
I will not speak of days sweet to remember
Of lanes we trod through April sun and slower,
Of twilight trysts through early-starred November
Prolonged each twilight by an evening hour
No, not a word to hint of that or this,
Lest speaking so, your going I impede
I will resign myself to all that is ---
Like unto sands when cooling waves recede
Oh while the strength of seeing love undone
Still Stands by me, I pray you, Love be gone

----- Anonymous