Here you will find the Poem And so it ends of poet Victoria Sackville-West
And so it ends, We who were lovers may be friends. I have some weeks in which to steel My heart and teach myself to feel Only a sober tenderness Where once was passion's loveliness. I had not thought that there would come Your touch to make our music dumb, Your meeting touch upon the string That still was vibrant, still could sing When I impatiently might wait Or parted from you at the gate. You took me weak and unprepared. I had not thought that you who shared My days, my nights, my heart, my life, Would slash me with a naked knife And gently tell me not to bleed But to accept your crazy creed. You speak of God, but you have cut The one last thread, as you have shut The one last door that open stood To show me still the way to God. If this be God, this pain, this evil, I'd sooner change and try the Devil. Darling, I thought of nothing mean; I thought of killing straight and clean. You're safe; that's gone, that wild caprice, But tell me once before I cease, Which does your Church esteem the kinder role, To kill the body or destroy the soul?