New Love and Old

In my heart the old love
   Struggled with the new;
It was ghostly waking
   All night through.

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?