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We were apart; yet, day by day, "Thou hast been, shalt be, art, alone."
I bade my heart more constant be. Or, if not quite alone, yet they
I bade it keep the world away, Which touch thee are unmating things--
And grow a home for only thee;
Nor fear'd but thy love likewise grew, Ocean and clouds and night and day;
Like mine, each day, more tried, more true. Lorn autumns and triumphant springs;
And life, and others' joy and pain,
The fault was grave! I might have known, And love, if love, of happier men.
What far too soon, alas! I learn'd--
The heart can bind itself alone, Of happier men--for they, at least,
And faith may oft be unreturn'd. Have dream'd two human hearts might
Self-sway'd our feelings ebb and swell-- blend
Thou lov'st no more;--Farewell! Farewell! In one, and were through faith released
From isolation without end
Farewell!--and thou, thou lonely heart, Prolong'd; nor knew, although not less
Which never yet without remorse Alone than thou, their loneliness.
Even for a moment didst depart
From thy remote and spher{`e}d course
To haunt the place where passions reign--
Back to thy solitude again!
But God has fixed another part, Thus let me serve Thee from my heart,
And He has fixed it well; Whate'er may be my written fate:
I said so with my bleeding heart, Whether thus early to depart,
When first the anguish fell. Or yet a while to wait.