The Poetry Corner

When Love is Over - Song of Khan Zada

By Laurence Hope (Adela Florence Cory Nicolson)

Only in August my heart was aflame, Catching the scent of your Wind-stirred hair, Now, though you spread it to soften my sleep Through the night, I should hardly care. Only last August I drank that water Because it had chanced to cool your hands; When love is over, how little of love Even the lover understands!