Worn Out
by Elizabeth Siddal
   Thy strong arms are around me, love
   My head is on thy breast;
   Low words of comfort come from thee
   Yet my soul has no rest.
    
   For I am but a startled thing
   Nor can I ever be
   Aught save a bird whose broken wing
   Must fly away from thee.
    
   I cannot give to thee the love
   I gave so long ago,
   The love that turned and struck me down
   Amid the blinding snow.
    
   I can but give a failing heart
   And weary eyes of pain,
   A faded mouth that cannot smile
   And may not laugh again.
    
   Yet keep thine arms around me, love,
   Until I fall to sleep;
   Then leave me, saying no goodbye
   Lest I make wake, and weep.
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