Now I knew I lost her— Not that she was gone— But Remoteness travelled On her Face and Tongue.
Alien, though adjoining As a Foreign Race— Traversed she though pausing Latitudeless Place.
Elements Unaltered— Universe the same But Love’s transmigration— Somehow this had come—
Henceforth to remember Nature took the Day I had paid so much for— His is Penury Not who toils for Freedom Or for Family But the Restitution Of Idolatry.
