The Intense Atom Glows A Moment, Then

I Have Been A Wanderer Among Distant Fields. I Have Sailed Down Mighty Rivers.

Then Black Despair, The Shadow Of A Starless Night, Was Thrown Over The World In Which I Moved Alone.

One Word Is Too Often Profaned For Me To Profane It, One Feeling Too Falsely Disdain'd For Thee To Disdain It. One Hope Too Like Dispair For Prudence To Smother, I Can Give Not What Men Call Love: But Wilt Thou Accept Not The Worship The Heart Lifts Above And Heaven Rejects Not: The Desire Of The Moth For The Star, The Devotion Of Something Afar From The Sphere Of Our Sorrow?

The World Is Weary Of The Past, Oh, Might It Die Or Rest At Last!

Fate,time,occasion,chance, And Change? To These All Things Are Subject But Eternal Love.