The Hours of Evening, XV: No, my heart has never tired of you

No, my heart has never tired of you.

In the time of June, long ago, you said to me: "If I knew, friend, if I knew that my presence one day might be a burden to you-- with my poor heart and sorrowful thoughts, I would go away, no matter where."

And gently your forehead rose towards my kiss.

And you said to me again: "Bonds loosen always and life is so full, and what matters if the chain is golden that ties to the same ring in port our two human barks!"

And gently your tears revealed to me your grief.

And you said and you said again: "Let us separate, let us separate before the evil days; our life has been too lofty to drag it trivially from fault to fault."

And you fled and you fled, and my two hands desperately held you back.

No, my heart has never tired of you.