Heart’s Chill Between
(Athenaeum, October 21, 1848)
I did not chide him, though I knewThat he was false to me.Chide the exhaling of the dew,The ebbing of the sea,The fading of a rosy hue,—But not inconstancy.
Why strive for love when love is o’er? Why bind a restive heart?— He never knew the pain I bore In saying: ‘We must part; 10 Let us be friends and nothing more.’ —Oh, woman’s shallow art!
But it is over, it is done,—I hardly heed it now;So many weary years have runSince then, I think not howThings might have been,—but greet each oneWith an unruffled brow.
What time I am where others be,My heart seems very calm—20Stone calm; but if all go from me,There comes a vague alarm,A shrinking in the memoryFrom some forgotten harm.
And often through the long, long night,Waking when none are near,I feel my heart beat fast with fright,Yet know not what I fear.Oh how I long to see the light,And the sweet birds to hear! 30
To have the sun upon my face,To look up through the trees,To walk forth in the open spaceAnd listen to the breeze,—And not to dream the burial-placeIs clogging my weak knees.
Sometimes I can nor weep nor pray,But am half stupefied:And then all those who see me sayMine eyes are opened wide 40And that my wits seem gone away—Ah, would that I had died!
Would I could die and be at peace,Or living could forget!My grief nor grows nor doth decrease,But ever is:—and yetMethinks, now, that all this shall ceaseBefore the sun shall set.