A Lament

O thou whose presence so long sooth'd my soul, Now burnt with thy remembrance! O so long The light that fed these eyes now dark with tears! O long, long home of love now lost for ever! We were together--that was all enough-- We two rejoicing in each other's eyes, Infinitely rejoicing--all the world Nothing to us, nor we to all the world: No road to reach us, nor an eye to watch-- All day we whisper'd in each other's ears, All night we slept in one another's arms-- All seem'd to our desire, as if the hand Of unjust Fortune were for once too short. O would to God that when I lit the pyre The flame had left thee living and me dead, Not living worse than dead, depriv'd of thee! O were I but with thee! at any cost Stript of this terrible self-solitude! O but with thee annihilation--lost, Or in eternal intercourse renew'd!