I Can Go to Love AgainBy Margaret Widdemer(From “The Century Magazine.”)
By Margaret Widdemer
(From “The Century Magazine.”)
Now that you are gone, loving hands, loving lips,Now I can go back to love,I can free my soul, that was kissed to eclipse,I can fling my thoughts above.I can run and stand in the wind, on the hill,Now that I am lone and free,Whistle through the dusk and the cleansing chill,All my red-winged dreams to me.I had dreamed of love like a wind, like a flame,I had watched for love, a star;That was never love that you brought when you came....Silver cord and golden bar!I was swathed with love like a veil, like a cloak;I was bound with love a shroud,All my red-winged dreams flew afar when you spoke....Dreams I dared not call aloud.They are waiting still in the hush, in the light,Morning wind and leaves and dew,Whisper of the grass, of the waves, of the night,Things I gave away for you.I can speed my soul to its old wonderlands,Free my wild heart’s wings from chain,Now that you are gone, loving lips, loving hands,I can go to love again.
Now that you are gone, loving hands, loving lips,Now I can go back to love,I can free my soul, that was kissed to eclipse,I can fling my thoughts above.I can run and stand in the wind, on the hill,Now that I am lone and free,Whistle through the dusk and the cleansing chill,All my red-winged dreams to me.I had dreamed of love like a wind, like a flame,I had watched for love, a star;That was never love that you brought when you came....Silver cord and golden bar!I was swathed with love like a veil, like a cloak;I was bound with love a shroud,All my red-winged dreams flew afar when you spoke....Dreams I dared not call aloud.They are waiting still in the hush, in the light,Morning wind and leaves and dew,Whisper of the grass, of the waves, of the night,Things I gave away for you.I can speed my soul to its old wonderlands,Free my wild heart’s wings from chain,Now that you are gone, loving lips, loving hands,I can go to love again.
Now that you are gone, loving hands, loving lips,Now I can go back to love,I can free my soul, that was kissed to eclipse,I can fling my thoughts above.I can run and stand in the wind, on the hill,Now that I am lone and free,Whistle through the dusk and the cleansing chill,All my red-winged dreams to me.
Now that you are gone, loving hands, loving lips,
Now I can go back to love,
I can free my soul, that was kissed to eclipse,
I can fling my thoughts above.
I can run and stand in the wind, on the hill,
Now that I am lone and free,
Whistle through the dusk and the cleansing chill,
All my red-winged dreams to me.
I had dreamed of love like a wind, like a flame,I had watched for love, a star;That was never love that you brought when you came....Silver cord and golden bar!I was swathed with love like a veil, like a cloak;I was bound with love a shroud,All my red-winged dreams flew afar when you spoke....Dreams I dared not call aloud.
I had dreamed of love like a wind, like a flame,
I had watched for love, a star;
That was never love that you brought when you came....
Silver cord and golden bar!
I was swathed with love like a veil, like a cloak;
I was bound with love a shroud,
All my red-winged dreams flew afar when you spoke....
Dreams I dared not call aloud.
They are waiting still in the hush, in the light,Morning wind and leaves and dew,Whisper of the grass, of the waves, of the night,Things I gave away for you.I can speed my soul to its old wonderlands,Free my wild heart’s wings from chain,Now that you are gone, loving lips, loving hands,I can go to love again.
They are waiting still in the hush, in the light,
Morning wind and leaves and dew,
Whisper of the grass, of the waves, of the night,
Things I gave away for you.
I can speed my soul to its old wonderlands,
Free my wild heart’s wings from chain,
Now that you are gone, loving lips, loving hands,
I can go to love again.