Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

For Joan

I shall love no other child,
Joan, as I love you;
The second life our children build
Remains for you to do.

You would have been out-loved in one
That never will be born,
And the love that should my flower have grown
Grows nothing but my thorn.

You for that unborn other’s sake
My deepest heart do clutch,
But sometimes--sometimes all you take
Hurts, for her sake, too much.

1. Sonnets. 9. Love Needs not Two the Render It Complete
2. Sonnets. 10. What is this anguish then that always stands
3. Apollo in Pherae
4. Sonnets. 16. O lovely life, how you have worn me out
5. The Reflection

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