Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
SunderedSidney H. Morse (18331903)
I
That drove you from my board:
I bow before the dark decree
That scatters as I hoard.
That rides far out at sea.
I murmur as your farewell dies
And your form floats from me;
No tide of fortune rare
Shall bring the heart I owned before,
And my love’s loss repair.
And leave their precious prize,
Returning home they bear for freight
A bartered merchandise.
And come not as of yore,
But with your alien wealth and peace,
Can we be lovers more?
O you whom I adored!
Love hath no ties, but Destiny
Shall cut them with a sword.