Louise Smith

Herbert broke our engagement of eight years
When Annabelle returned to the village
From the Seminary, ah me!
If I had let my love for him alone
It might have grown into a beautiful sorrow -
Who knows? - filling my life with healing fragrance.
But I tortured it, I poisoned it,
I blinded its eyes, and it became hatred -
Deadly ivy instead of clematis.
And my soul fell form its support,
Its tendrils tangled in decay.
Do not let the will play gardener to your soul
Unless you are sure
It is wiser than your soul's nature.