Little lady of my heart !
Just a little longer,
Love me: we will pass and part,
Ere this love grow stronger.
Consumeth my sad heart!
We must depart,
If we must part,
Then let it be like this.
Not heart on heart,
Nor with the useless anguish of a kiss;
By the sad waters of separation
Where we have wandered by divers ways,
I have but the shadow and imitation
Of the old memorial days.
(For Arthur Symons)
I was not sorrowful, I could not weep,
And all my memories were put to sleep.
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
When I am old,
And sadly steal apart,
Into the dark and cold,
Friend of my heart!
I watched the glory of her childhood change,
Half-sorrowful to find the child I knew,
(Loved long ago in lily-time),
Become a maid, mysterious and strange,
Why am I sorry, Chloe? Because the moon is far:
And who am I to be straitened in a little earthly star?