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named him—ah! yet Do I start at that name; Have I still to forget? Is my heart still the same Long hours have passed on    Since that name was too dear; Now its music is gone, It is death to my ear!

It tells of a false one, Ah! falsest to me; My heart's life begun, It has ended, with thee! I loved, as those love Who but one image know In the blue sky above, On the fair earth below.

I had not a thought In which thou had'st no part; In the wide world I sought But a place in thy heart. To win it I gave All that had been my pride; Like a child or a slave Subdued at thy side. All homage was sweet I for thee could resign; Others knelt at my feet, But I knelt at thine.

I was happy, I dreamed I could trust to thy word; My soul's faith it seemed In my idol—and lord! And yet thou could'st change— And, did we meet now, Thy voice would be strange, And altered thy brow.

I thought I had schooled My heart from regret— It will not be ruled, 'Tis so hard to forget. I live in a crowd, And I seem like the rest, But my spirit is bowed By a grief unconfess'd.

From my pillow at night— ’Tis so wretched—sleep flies, And morning brings light And the tears to my eyes; They speak, and I ask what It is they would say, For the thoughts that I name not Are with thee, far away.

Twas a light word and careless That named thee again: