Here you will find the Poem At Parting of poet Anne Ridler
Since we through war awhile must part Sweetheart, and learn to lose Daily use Of all that satisfied our heart: Lay up those secrets and those powers Wherewith you pleased and cherished me these two years: Now we must draw, as plants would, On tubers stored in a better season, Our honey and heaven; Only our love can store such food. Is this to make a god of absence? A new-born monster to steal our sustenance? We cannot quite cast out lack and pain. Let him remain-what he may devour We can well spare: He never can tap this, the true vein. I have no words to tell you what you were, But when you are sad, think, Heaven could give no more.