| A Poet to His Poems (1915) by |
| from Poetry, September 1915 |
A Poet to His Poems[]
You are born; you are no more mine:
I have let you go forever.
Demoniac or divine,
You shall sail by sea and river;
You shall walk by road and track;
You shall fly through wind and weather;
But nevermore come back,
That our hearts may laugh together.
This poem is in the public domain