VIII.
Such am I: the secret's mine now! She has lost me, I have gained her;
Her soul's mine: and thus, grown perfect, I shall pass my life's remainder.
Life will just hold out the proving both our powers, alone and blended:
And then, come next life quickly! This world's use will have been ended.
[LXVII.] THE LOST LEADER.
From Dramatic Lyrics; written in 1845.