I cannot live without you, dear. . . . I pace
The haunted pathways of my bitter life;
Each spot with your sweet memory is rife,
And in each hour I find your beauty's trace.
As a meteor soaring the aërial space,
So have you shed about me everywhere
The immemorial image of your fair
And radiant youth. . . . How can my heart erase
The recollection of your seraph face,
The luminance of a love illimitable?
For like the tumult and the thunder-knell
Of sonorous seas, your spirit's celestial grace
Swept o'er me, and I fell before its tide,
Humble and happy as one glorified.