GO from me.
Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow.
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life I shall command
The uses of my soul nor lift my hand 5
Serenely in the sunshine as before
Without the sense of that which I forbore¡ª
Thy touch upon the palm.
The widest land
Doom takes to part us leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double.
What I do 10
And what I dream include thee as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes.
And when I sue
God for myself He hears that name of thine
And sees within my eyes the tears of two.
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