Disillusion

Cecil John

The love of you is restless in my heart,
 It will not sleep, it will not let me sleep;
Too well I know the light and veering part
 That you will play, know well how ill you keep
Soft promises of tender moods-too well
 The certain end of all my dream I know...
But love of you is like a fairy spell,
 It works its will-it does not let me go.