New Love and Old

IN my heart the old love
     Struggled with the new;
  It was ghostly waking
     All night thru.

Dear things, kind things,
     That my old love said,
  Ranged themselves reproachfully
     Round my bed.

But I could not heed them,
     For I seemed to see
  The eyes of my new love
     Fixed on me.

Old love, old love,
     How can I be true?
  Shall I be faithless to myself
     Or to you?

STREPHON kissed me in the spring,
     Robin in the fall,
  But Colin only looked at me
     And never kissed at all.

Strephon’s kiss was lost in jest,
     Robin’s lost in play,
  But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
     Haunts me night and day.