Of common lovers? Shall no hour complete

This sweetness half-begun, no new day greet

The old love freed of the old stain and blot?

At this last hour, O Death, within thy heart

Hast thou no pity? Shall the night be dumb

Nor ever from thy lips the low words come,

Giving once more the old sweet wanderings?

Shall yearning lips for ever stand apart

Shadowed beneath the darkness of thy wings?

J. W. C. C.