I wish there could have been-
Strong, loyal, innocent–
But one hour long ago,
The you I thought to be.
High watch on things unseen,
Grave honor, pure intent-
The soul I thought to know
Gave all these things to me.
I could have made a grave
For that immortal hour,
For that immortal friend,
Still through my whole life mine.
Purple and gold would wave
Thought-flower, passion-flower,
Above it, to the end
Comforting-place and shrine.
But where your image stood
Oh, there was never you!
(My heart, whence it is gone,
Feels a tired, empty pain).
You were a dream, a mood,
Dim, wavering, untrue;
A ghost that passed at dawn
And will not come again.
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