While I hoped for the Future and loved the Past.
’Twixt man and woman use oft hath bred
The habits that feebly affection feign,
While the common board and the genial bed
And Time’s welding force links a length of chain;
Till, where Love was not, it hath sometimes proved
This has loved and lived, that has lived and loved.
But ’twixt man and man it may not so hap;
Each man is his own and his proper sphere;
At some point, perchance, may the lines o’erlap;