Go from me. Yet I feel t I sand
hy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
t my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
it t which I forbore--
touc land
Doom takes to part us, leaves t in mine
it beat double. I do
And he wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, name of thine,
And sees ears of two.