If You Should Tire of Loving Me

Margaret Widdemer

If you should tire of loving me
Some one of our far days,
Oh, never start to hide your heart
Or cover thought with praise.

For every word you would not say
Be sure my heart has heard,
So go from me all silently
Without a kiss or word;

For God must give you happiness…
And oh, it may befall
In listening long to Heaven-song
I may not care at all!

This poem is in the public domain.

About This Poem

“If You Should Tire of Loving Me” was published in Widdemer’s first book, The Factories and Other Poems (Holt, 1917).

Margaret Widdemer was born in Doylestown, Pennsylvania, in 1884. In 1919 she won the Pulitzer Prize, then known as the Columbia University Prize, for her book of poems The Old Road to Paradise. She died in 1978.

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September 20, 2014