14 LOVE’S T 0 KE N - F L OWE R S. 
While thou, beloved, wert at my side, 
A world of bliss was left. 
Though other ties thy soul may bind, 
Though we are doomed to part, 
Yet still it is no sin to hide 
Thine image in my heart; 
So sweet, so holy was the spell 
By Love around me cast, 
That even now I would not wake, 
Although the charm be past. 
Within thy memory by-past days 
Will leave a pleasant trace, 
Not all another’s happier love 
Those bright tints can efface ; 
Her lot must be a joyous one, 
If thou her fate control, 
But I have known that higher bliss — 
A union of the soul. 
Farewell, beloved one: when thy brow 
The laurel-crown shall bind, 
