DIVIDED

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.