When, soul in soul reflected,
We breathed an aethered air,
  When we neglected
  All things elsewhere,
And left the friendly friendless
To keep our love aglow,
  We deemed it endless . . .
  —We did not know!
When, by mad passion goaded,
We planned to hie away,
  But, unforeboded,
  The storm-shafts gray
So heavily down-pattered
That none could forthward go,
  Our lives seemed shattered . . .
  —We did not know!
When I found you, helpless lying,
And you waived my deep misprise,
  And swore me, dying,
  In phantom-guise
To wing to me when grieving,
And touch away my woe,
  We kissed, believing . . .
  —We did not know!
But though, your powers outreckoning,
You hold you dead and dumb,
  Or scorn my beckoning,
  And will not come;
And I say, "'Twere mood ungainly
To store her memory so:"
  I say it vainly -
  I feel and know!