Dorothy, patron saint of the left behind

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Here are some verses for my friends.

For Her, because we know how she feels:

Godspeed
Oh, seek, my love, your newer way;
     I'll not be left in sorrow.
So long as I have yesterday,
     Go take your damned tomorrow!


For the other, because we've all been where she is:

A Very Short Song
Once, when I was young and true,
     Someone left me sad --
Broke my brittle heart in two;
     And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
     Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
     And that, I think, is worse.


And most of all, for Him, because his heart is breaking:

Transition
Too long and quickly have I lived to vow
     The woe that stretches me shall never wane,
     Too often seen the end of endless pain
To swear that peace no more shall cool my brow.
I know, I know -- again the shriveled bough
     Will burgeon sweetly in the gentle rain,
     And these hard lands be quivering with grain --
I tell you only: it is Winter now.

What if I know, before the Summer goes
Where dwelt this bitter frenzy shall be rest?
What is it now, that June shall surely bring
New promise, with the swallow and the rose?
My heart is water, that I first must breast
The terrible, slow loveliness of Spring.