Yes, all is ended now, for I have weighed thee —
Weighed the light love that has been held so dear —
Weighed word, and look, and smile that have betrayed thee,
The careless grace that was not worth a tear.
Holding these scales, I marvel at the anguish
For thing so slight that long my heart has torn —
For God's great sun the prisoner's eyes might languish,
Not for a torch by some chance passer borne.
I do not blame thee for thy heedless playing
On the strong chords whose answer was so full —
Do children care, through daisied meadows straying,
What hap befalls the blossoms that they pull?
Go on, gay trifler! Take thy childish pleasure —
On thee, for thee, may summer always shine —
Too stern were Justice should she seek to measure
Thy fitful love by the strong pain of mine.
