I never knew (how could I ever know?)
What your heart did not conceal, but neither
Would reveal, like clouds weighted with cold snow;
And when you left, you left a believer
In what might have been, a dreamer spurned
And jolted from his sleep, wand’ring, lost in fog—
You lingered long! Gone, gone, and then returned—
O, the Bard is wrong: past is not prologue!
Your life’s two great errors, now known to me, errors
No longer are. Breathe free, at last you rest
By my side, a rose bathing in the moor,
A drunken rose wet with Earth’s swollen breast.
My friend, let love our lives overtake
And leave regret in our blissful wake!