There is no magic any more
We meet as other people do
You work no miracle for me
Nor I for you.

You were the wind and I the sea
There is no splendor any more
I have grown listless as the pool
Beside the shore.

But though the pool is safe from storm
And from the tide has found surcease
It grows more bitter than the sea
For all its peace.
I am alone in spite of love
In spite of all I take and give
In spite of all your tenderness
Sometimes I am not glad to live.

I am alone as though I stood
On the highest peak of the tired gray world
About me only swirling snow
Above me endless space unfurled;

With earth hidden and heaven hidden
And only my own spirit's pride
To keep me from the peace of those
Who are not lonely having died.

Now while my lips are living
Their words must stay unsaid
And will my soul remember
To speak when I am dead?

Yet if my soul remembered
You would not heed it dear
For now you must not listen
And then you could not hear.