Ballads and Lyrics

by Bliss Carman

 

The Faithless Lover

 

 

I

 

O LIFE, dear Life, in this fair house
Long since did I, it seems to me,
In some mysterious doleful way
Fall out of love with thee.

For, Life, thou art become a ghost,
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A memory of days gone by,
A poor forsaken thing between
A heartache and a sigh.

And now, with shadows from the hills
Thronging the twilight, wraith on wraith,
10
Unlock the door and let me go
To thy dark rival Death!

 

II

 

  
O Heart, dear Heart, in this fair house
Why hast thou wearied and grown tired,
Between a morning and a night,
15

Of all thy soul desired?

Fond one, who cannot understand
Even these shadows on the floor,
Yet must be dreaming of dark loves
And joys beyond my door!
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But I am beautiful past all
The timid tumult of thy mood,
And thou returning not must still
Be mine in solitude.