Now, La Honda’s sacred solitudes
Vainly call me from hills and woods;
These for me shall remain untrod,
Sacred to Memory and to God.
But these and thee I shall not forget
Till Grief wed Joy and divorce Regret.
And by all that was and by all that is,
And for all that we were, I ask thee this,
Friend of my Past, grow not too high,
That I may reach unto thee, even I,