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George Willis Cooke, comp.  The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology.  1903.
By Sidney Henry Morse (1833–1903)
I 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        5
  That ride far out at sea:
I murmur, as your farewell dies,
  And your forms float from me.
Ah! ties are sundered in this hour,
  No tide of fortune rare        10
Shall bring me 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        15
  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?        20
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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