If I have found love too constricting, too
Fraught with the heavy handling that attends
The holding of the hands, which nothing lends
But artificiality, to woo
Which must become the common thing we do:
A life's career, a partnership as friends,
Communal harmony, familial trends
That take root; bringing up a child or two.
If I have found love too restrictive, dear,
In this respect, and chose instead detachment,
The poet's rare ideal that gives to love
Unchanging beauty, even yours came so near
Fulfilling, but from whom I left attachment:
Accept, likewise, it was ordained from above.