"The Sea Shall Give Up Her Dead."
Time spake to me: "Behold!
I slay your dearest one!
And with him, dead beneath the churchyard mould,
Your living heart I bury from the sun!"
More scornfully he said:
"When you have anguished long,
I will erase remembrance of your dead:
You shall arise, singing an idle song,
As were you glad again;
For you were glad of yore!
New circumstance, new care, shall cause to wane
His very image, till your eyes no more
Behold him in the deep
Dark mere of memory;
Although you peer therein, and wail and weep,
You shall but find a vacant, smiling sky;
Till with faint listless wonder you espy
Wan, withered Love, who falters there to die!
Even from your heart's shrine
Your idol shall be torn;
