ENDURANCE

He bent above: so still her breath

What air she breathed he could not say,

Whether in worlds of life or death:

So softly ebbed away, away

The life that had been light to him,

So fled her beauty leaving dim

The emptying chambers of his heart

Thrilled only by the pang and smart,

The dull and throbbing agony

That suffers still, yet knows not why.

Love's immortality so blind

Dreams that all things with it conjoined

Must share with it immortal day:

But not of this—but not of this—

The touch, the eyes, the laugh, the kiss,

Fall from it and it goes its way.

So blind he wept above her clay,

'I did not think that you could die.

Only some veil would cover you

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