Sonnets from the Portuguese iii

Sonnets from the Portuguese

iii

GO from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore

Alone upon the threshold of my door

Of individual life I shall command

The uses of my soul nor lift my hand 5

Serenely in the sunshine as before 

Without the sense of that which I forbore—

Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land

Doom takes to part us leaves thy heart in mine

With pulses that beat double. What I do 10

And what I dream include thee as the wine

Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue

God for myself He hears that name of thine 

And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

Sonnets from the Portuguese

Sonnets from the Portuguese iii Sonnets from the Portuguese iii