What torture lurks within a single thought
When grown too constant, and however kind,
However welcome still, the weary mind
Aches with its presence. Dull remembrance taught
Remembers on unceasingly; unsought
The old delight is with us but to find
That all recurring joy is pain refined,
Become a habit, and we struggle, caught.
You lie upon my heart as on a nest,
Folded in peace, for you can never know
How crushed I am with having you at rest
Heavy upon my life. love-you/">I love you so
You bind my freedom from its rightful quest.
In mercy lift your drooping wings and go.
A Fixed Idea
Amy Lowell
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Poem topics: I love you, freedom, heart, joy, life, never, pain, peace, mercy, single, mind, struggle, delight, heavy, thought, constant, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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