CANZONET.

1.

Love like theirs was never lighted,

With a season to be blighted;

It was deeper than emotion,

Deep as their deep souls’ devotion,

Fixed in their fond hearts forever,

Like the soul—to perish never.

2.

They were friends in that sweet season,

When the heart is foe to Reason:

Loving fondly, loving kindly,

Blind to fate—yet loving blindly;

Happy in the passing minute;

Naught the next, though Death were in it.

3.

They were friends whom fortune parted,

Severing sad and broken hearted:

God’s own law their trothal hind’red,

For their souls were near a-kindred;

Lovers not—twin-children rather

Of the same all-glorious Father.

4.

Worlds there are, above all sorrow,

And that world is theirs to-morrow:

There where love is brighter, purer,

Shall their friendship be the surer;

And when dreary life is over,

Each shall be the happier lover.