Impossible Joy

What of that place, my dearest, the far place
We should have seen together, planning so,
Before the Autumn winds had strength to blow,
And Summer turn'd from us with lingering gaze,
As one who, parting, yet to go delays?
Ah, very strange, it seems to me, to know
That seasons in that place still come and go
Though we come not; if down the talked-of ways

My solitary steps are ever led,
I shall seem surely as some man new-wed,
Who finds the loved one absent from his side.
And seeing she returns not, opens wide
The bridal chamber, and bows down his head
Upon the couch where should have lain the bride.