Had chased a transient shadow from thy brow —
Unto my heart came the first thrill of sorrow;
An omen of the weight it beareth now.
We parted: I those mournful thoughts to smother
Within a breast till then unknown to care.
I knew thou lovedst only as a brother —
A sister’s love I had no wish to share.
In that short hour I had lived many years;
And now, alas! must share the common lot —
The lot of woman—suffering and tears;