Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.

Where Love once was

WHERE love once was, let there be no hate:

Though they that went as one by night and day

Go now alone,

Where love once was, let there be no hate.

The seeds we planted together

Came to rich harvest,

And our hearts are as bins brimming with the golden plenty:

Into our loneliness we carry granaries of old love …

And though the time has come when we cannot sow our acres together,

And our souls need diverse fields,

And a tilling apart,

Let us go separate ways with a blessing each for each,

And gentle parting,

And let there be no hate,

Where love once was.