The Road Not Taken


Two loves apart in a mellow mood,

And since I could not have them both

And be one heart, long I thought

And kissed one deeply there I swooned

To where he took my breath away;


Then kissed the other, just as well,

And having perhaps the better hair,

Because it was glossy and thick with care;

Though as for that the combing there

Had shined the swoop I did not care,


And both that morning equally shorn

In sheaves no pep had stopped the flood.

Oh, I kept a lock without dismay!

Yet knowing how his tears did sway,

I doubted would it grow again that way.


I shall be telling this with my keen eye

Somewhere pages and pages hence:

Two loves apart in a mood, and I-

I took the one less baldened by,

And that has made all the difference!

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