SUNDERED

by: Sidney Henry Morse (1833-?)

CHALLENGE not the oracle

That drove you from my board:

I bow before the dark decree

That scatters as I hoard.

 

Ye vanished like the sailing ships

That ride far out to sea:

I murmur, as your farewell dies,

And your form floats from me.

 

Ah! ties are sundered in this hour;

No tide of fortune rare

Shall bring my hearts I owned before,

And my love's loss repair.

 

When voyagers make a foreign port,

And leave their precious prize,

Returning home, they bear for freight

A bartered merchandise.

 

Alas! when ye come back to me,

And come not as of yore,

But with your alien wealth and peace,

Can we be lovers more?

 

I gave you up to go your ways,

O you whom I adored!

Love hath no ties but Destiny

Shall cut them with a sword.

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