Wedded Grief

And now we walk together, she and I;
She sits with me unseen where men are gay,
And all the pleasures of the sense have sway;
She walks with me beneath the moonlit sky,
And murmurs ever of the days gone by;
She follows still in dreams upon my way,
She sits beside me in the fading day,
And thrills the twilight silence with a sigh:

So on we journey till we gain the strand
Whose sea conjectures of no further land;
There, where the past is fading from my view,
To this my sorrow I will reach my hand
And say: " O thou who wert alone found true,
Forgive if now I must forget thee too!"