Is there a bitter pang for love removed,

O God! The dead love doth not cost more tears

Than the alive, the loving, the beloved —

Not yet, not yet beyond all hopes and fears!

Would I were laid

Under the shade

Of the calm grave, and the long grass of years —

That love might die with sorrow:— I am sorrow;

And she, that loves me tenderest, doth press

Most poison from my cruel lips, and borrow

Only ............