Parted.

My spirit holds you, Dear, Though worlds away,"— This to their absent ones Many can say. "Thoughts, fancies, hopes, desires, All must be yours; Sweetest my memories still Of our past hours." I can say more than this Now, lover mine,— Here can I feel your kiss Warmer than wine, Feel your arms folding me, Know that quick breath That aye my soul would stir Even in death. 'Tis not a memory, Love, Thoughts of the past, Fleeting remembrances Which may not last,— But, as I shut my eyes Know I the sign That you are here, yourself, Bodily, mine.— So, Love, I cannot say "My spirit flies Over the widening space, Under dull skies, To where your spirit is,"— Though I may know Seas part us, earth divides, It is not so Here to me, now, for you Lean on my heart. Who says that you and I Ever can part?—