How, oft their eyes met far amain
In severed paths that kept them twain;
How, after toil and weary pace,
Some met at last with shamefast face,
And silent lips, or coldly masked
With wintry speech their hearts that asked
For utterance, and leapt, and cried—
Love’s dear deliverance denied.
Thereby great heaviness and pain
Had then my soul, and turned again