- 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.