When I Remember

WHEN I remember how I keep the door
Shut on my heart, and how I hide away
Sorrows that are my passion night and day
And names that I have loved and love no more,
And stricken things of pride, and vows I swore
Only to break, and how I lie and say
‘Peace,’ and there is no peace, lest I betray
The long, long anguish of my civil war —
When I remember this and am aware
How you evade me and are secret too,
Then do I know defeat; and I despair
Of that deep union I have sought in you,
Finding our common fortune sunk to this —
The silent brief enchantment of a kiss.