Matthew Arnold - Faded Leaves: Too Late lyrics

Each on his own strict line we move, And some find d**h ere they find love; So far apart their lives are thrown From the twin soul which halves their own. And sometimes, by still harder fate, The lovers meet, but meet too late. —Thy heart is mine!—True, true! ah, true! —Then, love, thy hand!—Ah no! adieu!