Vi

"I cannot look on thee, and think That thou has ceased to hold me dear; I cannot break the loosened link: When thou, my only one, art near, How can I shrink?

"So it were better, love--I mean, My lord, it is more wise and right-- That I, as one whose day hath been, Should keep my pain from pleasure's sight, And dwell unseen.

"And--though it break my heart to say-- However sad my loneliness, I fear thou wouldst rejoice in this-- To have me far away.