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.