To a Lost Love
I seek no more to bridge the gulf that lies
   Betwixt our separate ways;
   For vainly my heart prays,
Hope droops her head and dies;
I see the sad, tired answer in your eyes.
I did not heed, and yet the stars were clear;
   Dreaming that love could mate
   Lives grown so separate;—
But at the best, my dear,
I see we should not have been very near.
I knew the end before the end was nigh:
   The stars have grown so plain;
   Vainly I sigh, in vain
For things that come to some,
But unto you and me will never come.

Webpage © 2002 ELC
Lane Core Jr. (
Created November 13, 2002; not revised.