Truth comes, and tears, and glamour goes.

There's speech within the blood

More eloquent than language knows,

And woes make signal unto woes

While pity breathes and passion blows:

We looked:——we understood.

On summer's heart fell winter's snows ...

The death that dissipates the rose

Was busy in the bud ...

The spectre beckoned: none could save ...

The sundering grave ... The sundering grave! ...

Our lonely love in time could be

But whisper of a broken wave

Lost in a boundless sea ...

She spoke, so fair, so pale, so brave,——

Across infinity!

Ah meekness mute with tragedy!...

My body stirred as in a grave,

And looked forth wonderingly ...

The everlasting sea serene

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