| Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922. |
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| Where Love once was |
| | | James Oppenheim |
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| WHERE love once was, let there be no hate: | |
| Though they that went as one by night and day | |
| Go now alone, | |
| Where love once was, let there be no hate. | |
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| The seeds we planted together | 5 |
| Came to rich harvest, | |
| And our hearts are as bins brimming with the golden plenty: | |
| Into our loneliness we carry granaries of old love … | |
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| And though the time has come when we cannot sow our acres together, | |
| And our souls need diverse fields, | 10 |
| And a tilling apart, | |
| Let us go separate ways with a blessing each for each, | |
| And gentle parting, | |
| And let there be no hate, | |
| Where love once was. | 15 |
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