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The poem describes the speaker's isolation after his love for Marguerite ended. He had hoped their love would grow stronger each day, but he was wrong - her love faded while his remained constant. Now alone with only nature for company, the speaker's heart feels shame for having opened itself to the pain of lost love. Though surrounded by the changing of the seasons and lives of others, the speaker remains isolated in the knowledge that true union with another is impossible to achieve.
The poem describes the speaker's isolation after his love for Marguerite ended. He had hoped their love would grow stronger each day, but he was wrong - her love faded while his remained constant. Now alone with only nature for company, the speaker's heart feels shame for having opened itself to the pain of lost love. Though surrounded by the changing of the seasons and lives of others, the speaker remains isolated in the knowledge that true union with another is impossible to achieve.
The poem describes the speaker's isolation after his love for Marguerite ended. He had hoped their love would grow stronger each day, but he was wrong - her love faded while his remained constant. Now alone with only nature for company, the speaker's heart feels shame for having opened itself to the pain of lost love. Though surrounded by the changing of the seasons and lives of others, the speaker remains isolated in the knowledge that true union with another is impossible to achieve.
I bade my heart more constant be. I bade it keep the world away, And grow a home for only thee; Nor fear'd but thy love likewise grew, Like mine, each day, more tried, more true.
The fault was grave! I might have known, What far too soon, alas! I learn'd The heart can bind itself alone, And faith may oft be unreturn'd. Self-sway'd our feelings ebb and swell Thou lov'st no more;Farewell! Farewell!
Farewell!and thou, thou lonely heart, Which never yet without remorse Even for a moment didst depart From thy remote and spherd course To haunt the place where passions reign Back to thy solitude again!
Back! with the conscious thrill of shame Which Luna felt, that summer-night, Flash through her pure immortal frame, When she forsook the starry height To hang over Endymion's sleep Upon the pine-grown Latmian steep.
Yet she, chaste queen, had never proved How vain a thing is mortal love, Wandering in Heaven, far removed. But thou hast long had place to prove This truthto prove, and make thine own: "Thou hast been, shalt be, art, alone."
Or, if not quite alone, yet they Which touch thee are unmating things Ocean and clouds and night and day; Lorn autumns and triumphant springs; And life, and others' joy and pain, And love, if love, of happier men.
Of happier menfor they, at least, Have dream'd two human hearts might blend In one, and were through faith released From isolation without end Prolong'd; nor knew, although not less Alone than thou, their loneliness.
The Victories Of Love: "To him that waits all things reveal themselves, provided that he has the courage not to deny, in the darkness, what he has seen in the light."