Love Met by Death

Love put our hands together, saying this, —
"Follow my steps, and I will bring your feet
Through paths that more than summer maketh sweet.
Unto the lordliest of my palaces;
There will I fill ye full of fiery bliss;
There, in deep groves and gardens shall ye meet.
And through mysterious twilights, to the beat
Of mystic music find it good to kiss."

But even, while we followed in his track,
A dark form came between us; then it was
I felt her turn from me, and watch'd her pass
To the far country whence no soul comes back.
Now where our paths diverged, I stand, I wait,
Till Death in sleep my life shall consummate.