Later Sonnets: Night on Our Lives

Night on our lives, ah me, how surely has it fall'n !
Be they who can deceived. I dare not look before.
See, sad years, to your own; your little wealth hoarded,
How sore it was to win, how soon it perished all !
Beauty, the one face loved, the pure eyes mine so worshipped,
So true, so touching once, so tender in their dreams !
Find me that hour again. I yield the rest uncounted,
Urns for the dust of time, divine in her sole tears.
— Unseen one ! Unforgotten ! Oh, if your eyes behold it
By chance, this page revealed which trembling hides your name,
Saved in the ultimate wreck of fame and meaner joys !
Co-partner be with me in this my soul's last sorrow,
Pearl of my hidden life, this grief, that not again
Unspoiled love's rose shall blow, the dear love which was ours.