Winter Road

I SHALL repent some day of loving you,
forget the fever burning in the blood.

Empty of loving you, along this road
I shall go free, with you forever gone,
gone like the autumn color from the wood,
lost like the sunlight when the sun is down.

Fainter than ghost of moon still in the blue
above the hill made gold by slanting sun
shall be this hunger, though unsatisfied,
for such is way of love when love has died.

I shall forget some day this loving you
and shall go poorer when at last I do.