SHE DID NOT FEEL SO WHEN HER LOVER LEFT

She did not feel so when her lover left,
When she wept long ago to the empty waves:
She sat mourning for many days with
        unkempt hair,
Pouring out speech to the cruel brine,
And though she might never see him again,
She grieved still
Thinking of their long happiness...

She did not stand this way
With her sumptuous gaze
Jewel-bedecked 
In her empty bedroom
When the wind snatched
Her dreams away
And her love
For that stranger.

I often feared great pain
From your fickleness,
Yet still I never expected
Treachery.







                                With honour to Propertius,
                                 Passages re-arranged
                                 And completed by WGM