In losing you I lost my sun and moon And all the stars that blessed my lonely night. I lost the hope of Spring, the joy of June, The Autumn’s peace, the Winter’s firelight. I lost the zest of living, the sweet sense Expectant of your step, your smile, your kiss; I lost all hope and fear and keen suspense For this cold calm, sans agony, sans bliss. I lost the rainbow’s gold, the silver key That gave me freedom of my town of dreams; I lost the path that leads to Faërie By beechen glades and heron-haunted streams. I lost the master word, dear love, the clue That threads the maze of life when I lost you.
This poem is in the public domain.