betsy@dartvax.UUCP (Betsy Hanes Perry) (03/19/85)
I did not weep. It was past time for weeping
The night you told me, in that hollow place,
That you must go. Your cold and careless face
Spoke of a seed long-sown, come now to reaping.
If tears could bind a man into love's keeping
Or bid a dawdling heart renew its pace,
I should have wept. But tears cannot erase
The sun's first rays, nor wake the moon from sleeping.
Of course I grieved! But grief could not improve
The scene we played that night. Unsatisfied,
My other self begged for a chance to move
That granite face. But I swore, though I died,
That, having lost the wispy scarf of love,
I yet could wrap my naked heart in pride.
copyright 1985
--
Elizabeth Hanes Perry
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