arthur symons

  • AFTER LOVE by Arthur Symons

    O TO part now, and, parting now,
         Never to meet again;
    To have done for ever, I and thou,
         With joy, and so with pain.

    It is too hard, too hard to meet
         As friends, and love no more;
    Those other meetings were too sweet
         That went before.

    And I would have, now love it over,
         An end to all, an end:
    I cannot, having been your lover,
         Stoop to become your friend!