DIVIDED

[ZaunköniG]

DIVIDED


A LITTLE while, ah, yet a little while
As Time's swift shuttle plies, and I shall be
With thee at last but a wan memory,
Too dim and fugitive for tear or smile.

But I shall see thee in the woodland aisle,
In the white clouds piled o'er the heaving sea,
In the far mountain's blue immensity,
In sun-scorched city streets spread mile on mile.

But haply, sometime, mid night's shadowy gleams,
Across uncharted leagues, from unknown lands,
Though 'twixt us roll the tides of countless streams,

And like an ocean stretch the desert sands,
Thou shalt behold me in unwilling dreams,
With eyes of sorrow and beseeching hands.