The love you gave had been unvirgined
Some time ago, girl of my dreams--
You with your friend—but I am glad
That this occasion came to me:
On such so I have written reams
Of poetry, and mostly bad,
Yet I continue happily,
Though the attainment were not urgent.
So love in me has flowed resurgent
That nearly died: it flows and teems
Without dishonesty to clad,
To cover up mendacity
By false pretense, and naked gleams
Before mine eyes not ever sad.
Sadness has been my lot; yet we
In dreams find happiness emergent.