Margaret Widdemer Poems

If you should tire of loving me
   Some one of our far days,
Oh, never start to hide your heart
   Or cover thought with praise.
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Well, if the thing is over, better it is for me,
The lad was ever a rover, loving and laughing free,
Far too clever a lover not to be having still
A lass in the town and a lass by the road and a lass by the farther hill --
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I am the Dark Cavalier; I am the Last Lover:
   My arms shall welcome you when other arms are tired;
I stand to wait for you, patient in the darkness,
   Offering forgetfulness of all that you desired.
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THE people up and down the world that talk and laugh and cry,
They're pleasant when you're young and gay, and life is all to try,
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WHETHER you live by hut or throne
Whether your feet tread stone or grass
Comes the one lad you shall never own
Or the one lass;
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What if this year has given
Grief that some year must bring,
What if it hurt your joyous youth,
Crippled your laughter's wing?
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THE Poor Old Soul plods down the street,
Contented, and forgetting
How Youth was wild, and Spring was wild
And how her life is setting;
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IF I could lift
My heart but high enough
My heart could fill with love:
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I was living very merrily on Middle Earth
As merry as a maid may be
Till the Gray Magician came down along the road
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SHE sits and makes pink roses with her thread
And wonders what to do, her heart astir,
What road to take, where roads branch close ahead,
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