Arrière Pensée by Margaretta (Margaret) Wade Campbell Deland

It was not Love, you know,
That dream of ours:
No doubt we thought it so,
Catching the shine and glow
from sun and sky and flowers!

“/ called it Love!” you say?
What if I did?
The words but matched the day,
It died, and so should they,
None surely could forbid;

“Love never dies,” you swear?
“Love such as yours;”
Well, that must be your care,
To blame me is not fair,
Because your pain endures;

I ‘m really sorry I
Should seem unkind!
But you cannot deny
The Summer’s long gone by;
‘T was time to change my mind;

Indeed, it’s wiser, far,
To take my view:
Love always leaves a scar,
We ‘re better as we are,
And friendship will be new!

From: Deland, Margaret, The Old Garden and Other Verses, 1892, Houghton, Mifflin and Company: Boston and New York, pp. 60-61.
(https://archive.org/details/oldgarden00dela)

Date: 1886

By: Margaretta (Margaret) Wade Campbell Deland (1857-1945)

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