  Long days I begged of my heart to be Released from a love that haunted me— The memory of a last embrace, A tyrannous and a lovely face. “Free me,” I said, “from an old love, The memory and the might thereof— Free to follow and take my fill Of beauty and laughter where I will.” Never a word my heart replied: But on a day the old love died; Vanished, never to come again, All the passion and all the pain. Come—we are free to take our fill Of beauty and laughter where we will— O heart, are we free forevermore |
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