Poems (Taylor)/Left in Life—I
LEFT IN LIFEI.
I would not have thee know the tears I weep.The cold corroding vigils that I keep,And the dim-scarlet fainting dreams of sleep, I would not have thee know.
Like burning embers lie upon my breastThose memories. Soon, soon (and it is best!)The heart must flame and break.—Sweet be thy rest! I would not have thee know.