Relic

Upon a promontory dim With face set firm and grim “Once I might have chosen Had I once been him.”

Turned from valley view Turned from village glow “Once I might have dreamed Had I never met you.”

Stood before the road along Still and silent long “Once I might have stayed Had you not done me wrong.”

Then off without a glance behind While words left cold and kind “Once I might have loved you Had you once been mine.”