Was this some dream, or was it truth indeed?
I cannot bear the words my friend just spake
In calm serenity and yet so firm
About our separation which must come.
Would I might think it was but worldly sense,
That sets itself against the spirit’s trend,
And, like a mirage, stands between us twain.
I cannot, and I will not let the words
Of warning which Maria spake to me
Thus quench the sounding voice of mine own soul