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 
   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 
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.