Zz 240 Doubts

Poem By Edward Wright Haile

Tonight I doubt my heart has ever loved.
It never wholly gave itself or would
reverse the fallen temperature of blood,
much less be like the one whose love has moved

the heaven and the earth. I am ashamed,
I’m horror-struck, to see the veil removed
and my essential selfish nature proved—
my heart’s contents identified and named.

If you are like me, I am not consoled.
The world is ours, but love is in a jail.
Or it is we’re the ones beyond the pale
and love without us rules the world untold?

I stare into the fact and know it’s true
there’s absolutely nothing we can do.

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