Sara Teasedale: New Love and Old

New Love and Old

In my heart the old love    Struggled with the new; It was ghostly waking    All night thru.
Dear things, kind things,    That my old love said, Ranged themselves reproachfully    Round my bed.
But I could not heed them,    For I seemed to see The eyes of my new love    Fixed on me.
Old love, old love,    How can I be true? Shall I be faithless to myself    Or to you?