Love's Triumph

Parted from thee, beloved of my soul!
     Still art thou present to my constant thought,
     And with thy memory is my spirit fraught,
Though mountains rise and floods between us roll!
The sweet idea of thee brooks no control,
     Nor heeds the barriers interposed by space—
     My heart, o’erleaping all, in thy embrace
Rests, as attained Affection’s wished-for goal,
Nor asks for more. With memories sweet and holy—
     With hopes that lift to Heaven the spiritual eye—
With feelings pure, and aspirations high—
Though chastened by “divinest melancholy”—
Thy name is linked. The wedded, heart with heart,
Time—absence—space—are impotent to part!