XLI.

There was thine agony--to love so well Where fear made love life’s chastener. Heretofore, Whate’er of earth’s disquiet round thee fell, Thy soul, o’erpassing its dim bounds, could soar Away to sunshine, and thy clear eye speak Most of the skies when grief most touch’d thy cheek. Now, that far brightness faded, never more Could thou lift heavenwards for its hope thy heart, Since at heaven’s gate it seem’d that thou and I must part.