Amoris victima

He who has entered by this sorrow's door

Is neither dead nor living any more.

Nothing can touch me now, except the cold

Of whitening years that slowly make youth old;

Hunger, that makes the body faint; one thought

That ends all memory; for the future, nought.

My future ended yesterday; I have

Only a past, on this side of the grave.

For I have lost you, and you fill the whole

Of life now lost; and I have lost my soul,

Because I have no part or lot in things

That were to be immortal: grave-mould clings

About my very thoughts; and love's dead too.

All that I know of love I learnt of you.