New Love And Old

Sara Teasdale

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

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?

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