We came to the dividing line,
        Then he passed over and I am here,
    Sad and sore is this heart of mine
        That has no power to shed a tear,
    For, like one who rises and walks in sleep,
    I am lost in a dream--I cannot weep.

    Yet he was good and fair to see
        I know in my heart he loved me well,
    What separated him from me,
        I cannot tell, oh! I cannot tell,
    For the blow came sudden, and sharp, and sore,
    And I am alone now for evermore.

    I thought to walk through all our time
        Together, linked to a lofty aim;
    With sudden wrench I'm left behind--
        My heart is slain! oh, my heart is slain!
    And the ghost of my heart within me cries,
    Why, alas! was I made a sacrifice?

    My royal eagle ordained to soar--
        Breast to the storm, and eyes to the sun--
    Up be thy flight! and think no more
        Of one the life of whose life is done;
    While I, stunned and sick with a dumb despair,
    Still mourn by the grave of a hope so fair.

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