When, soul in soul reflected,
We breathed an aethered air,
       &nbsp When we neglected
       &nbsp All things elsewhere,
And left the friendly friendless
To keep our love aglow,
       &nbsp We deemed it endless . . .
       &nbsp —We did not know!

When, by mad passion goaded,
We planned to hie away,
       &nbsp But, unforeboded,
       &nbsp The storm-shafts gray
So heavily down-pattered
That none could forthward go,
       &nbsp Our lives seemed shattered . . .
       &nbsp —We did not know!

When I found you, helpless lying,
And you waived my deep misprise,
       &nbsp And swore me, dying,
       &nbsp In phantom-guise
To wing to me when grieving,
And touch away my woe,
       &nbsp We kissed, believing . . .
       &nbsp —We did not know!
But though, your powers outreckoning,
You hold you dead and dumb,
       &nbsp Or scorn my beckoning,
       &nbsp And will not come;
And I say, "'Twere mood ungainly
To store her memory so:"
       &nbsp I say it vainly -
       &nbsp I feel and know!