A loved regret which I would not resign.
There yet are two things in my destiny—
A world to roam through, and a home with thee.
II.
The first were nothing—had I still the last,
It were the haven of my happiness;
But other claims and other ties thou hast,
And mine is not the wish to make them less.
A strange doom is thy father's son's, and part
Recalling, as it lies beyond redress;