I’ll leave forever these twin robes of state

And laugh to know Grief could not make me wait.

VI

For days I sit and think and cannot speak.

Forgotten have I how to live, it seems,

Without you—altar-place of all my dreams—

The heart it is so pitiful and weak.

For days I sit and think and cannot speak

While round me living murmurs till it seems

The rushing water round some wrecked ship’s beams,