COMPLAINT
Reading edition
MY love has left me. Let my heart forget The happy days and moments of our past That in the future I shall not regret The worship of a love that could not last. Make me remember there are things apart From dreamy love and visionary truth And teach me to forget how once my heart Did love with all the tenderness of youth. Yes, teach me to forget—and how to live Without the joy of hope. For I have seen How every single pleasure life can give Must needs sow seeds of misery between. No more of love. Since at such heavy cost It must be bought and even then be lost.
M. ST. CLARE BYRNE (SOMERVILLE)