TO A LOST LOVE

I seek no more to bridge the gulf that lies

Betwixt our separate ways;

For vainly my heart prays,

Hope droops her head and dies;

I see the sad, tired answer in your eyes.

I did not heed, and yet the stars were clear;

Dreaming that love could mate

Lives grown so separate;—

But at the best, my dear,

I see we should not have been very near.

I knew the end before the end was nigh:

The stars have grown so plain;

Vainly I sigh, in vain

For things that come to some,

But unto you and me will never come.