Not only love plus awful grief,
The ardent and consuming pain
Of all who loved and who remain
To tend alone the buried brief
Eternal, propping laurel leaf
And frozen rose above the slain, --
But pity lest they die again
Makes of the mind an iron sheaf
Of bundled memories.  Ah bright ghost,
Who shadow all I have and do,
Be gracious in your turn, be gone!
Suffice it that I loved you most.
I would be rid of even you,
And see the world I look upon.