To part now and parting now,
Never to meet again;
To have done for ever; I and thou,
With joy, and so with pain.
It is too hard, too hard to meet
If we trust love no more;
Those other meetings were too sweet
That went before.
And I would have, now love is over,
An end to all, an end:
I cannot, having been your lover,
Stoop to become your friend.
— ARTHUR SYMONS.