Poems (Procter)/A Woman's Last Word

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A WOMAN'S LAST WORD.
WELL—the links are broken,  All is past;This farewell, when spoken,  Is the last.I have tried and striven  All in vain;Such bonds must be riven,  Spite of pain,And never, never, never  Knit again.
So I tell you plainly,  It must be:I shall try, not vainly,  To be free;Truer, happier chances  Wait me yet,While you, through fresh fancies,  Can forget;—And life has nobler uses  Than Regret.
All past words retracing,  One by one,Does not help effacing  What is done.Let it be. O, stronger  Links can break!Had we dreamed still longer  We could wake,— ​Yet let us part in kindness  For Love's sake.
Bitterness and sorrow  Will at last,In some bright to-morrow,  Heal their past;But future hearts will never  Be as trueAs mine was—is ever,  Dear, for you . . . . .. . Then must we part, when loving  As we do?

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