When, soul in soul reflected, We breathed an aethered air,   When we neglected   All things elsewhere, And left the friendly friendless To keep our love aglow,   We deemed it endless . . .   —We did not know! When, by mad pa**ion goaded, We planned to hie away,   But, unforeboded,   The storm-shafts gray So heavily down-pattered That none could forthward go,   Our lives seemed shattered . . .   —We did not know! When I found you, helpless lying, And you waived my deep misprise,   And swore me, dying,   In phantom-guise To wing to me when grieving, And touch away my woe,   We kissed, believing . . .   —We did not know! But though, your powers outreckoning, You hold you dead and dumb,   Or scorn my beckoning,   And will not come; And I say, "'Twere mood ungainly To store her memory so:"   I say it vainly -   I feel and know!