Therefore, Adieu
NOW you are gone, and with your unreturning goesAll I had thought in spite of you would stay;Now draws forever to its unawakening closeThe beauty of the bright bandanna'd day.
Now sift in ombrous flakes and revolutions slowMy dreams descending from my heady sky.The balm I kept to cool my grief in (leaves of snow)Now melts, with your departure flowing by.
I knew, indeed, the straight unswerving track the sunTook to your face (as other ecstasies)Yet I had thought some faith to me in them; they runFrom me to you as fly to honey, bees.
Avid, to leave me neither fevered joy nor ache,Only of soul and body vast unrest.
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