Go from me. Yet I feel that
I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow.
Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of
my door
Of individual life, I shall
command
The uses of my soul, nor
lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as
before,
Without the sense of that
which I forbore,..
Thy touch upon the palm. The
widest land
Doom takes to part us,
leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat
double. What I do
And what I dream include
thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own
grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, He hears
that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes, the
tears of two. |