“And thus, at times, I think
That I too may have happen’d in your path;
And this, your love, now looking toward myself,
May gaze, when I am gone, on holier things,
Ideal all.”
“When you—alas,” he sigh’d,
“When you are gone, then life will all become—
I fear it much—one lonely wail for you.”
“And yet a lonely wail, breathed forth,” I said,
“From one with spirit sweeten’d, sweet may seem