Whispered my love; too sacred for art;
But yours never heard—for I could not reach
Yours in that world of which you are part.
"That world, where I saw you as one afar
Sees palms and waters, and knows that sands,
Pitiless sands, before him are;
Yet follows ever with reaching hands
Till he sinks at last.—You were my star,
"My hope, my heaven!—I loved you!... Life