Scottish Poetry Selection
IntrospectiveI used to wonder if I really loved
The old companions that I thought so dear;
For now that change has set us far removed
I miss them less than they would care to hear.
I welcome them as kindly to my door;
I visit them with pleasure: yet confess,
My visits, more infrequent than before,
Prove them less needful to my happiness.
I used to wonder if the warmer flame
That ever made romance for maids and men,
Were but a brief delirium that came,
Burned itself cold, and left me sane again.
We loved each other fondly, she and I;
But I have ceased to feel the meeting thrill;
I leave her now without the parting sigh;
We sit together, and my pulse is still.
I used to wonder, in a gentle way,
If nature, to divide the parting grief,
Has taught us to prepare for life's decay
And shed our old affections leaf by leaf.
But two young eyes, a pair of pattering feet
Have taught me otherwise: for in my heart
This newest love but makes my round complete,
And in its warmth all older loves have part.
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