Doom takes to part us leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And, when I sue
God for myself, he hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes the tears of two.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
RENOUNCEMENT
I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong,
I shun the thought that lurks in all delight—