| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Leave-taking | | By Louise Bogan |
| | From Beginning and End I DO not know where either of us can turn | |
| Just at first, waking from the sleep of each other. | |
| I do not know how we can bear | |
| The river struck by the gold plummet of the moon, | |
| Or many trees shaken together in the darkness. | 5 |
| We shall wish not to be alone | |
| And that love were not dispersed and set free | |
| Though you defeat me, | |
| And I be heavy upon you. | |
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| But like earth heaped over the heart | 10 |
| Is love grown perfect. | |
| Like a shell over the beat of life | |
| Is love perfect to the last. | |
| So let it be the same | |
| Whether we turn to the dark or to the kiss of another; | 15 |
| Let us know this for leavetaking, | |
| That I may not be heavy upon you, | |
| That you may blind me no more. | | | | |
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