POEM: FEAR

By Edith Nesbit

If you were here,

Hopes, dreams, ambitions, faith would disappear,

Drowned in your eyes; and I should touch your hand,

Forgetting all that now I understand.

For you confuse my life with memories

Of unrememberable ecstasies

Which were, and are not, and can never be;...

Ah! keep the whole earth between you and me.