| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | Divided | | By Julia Boynton |
| | | I CANNOT reach thee, we are far, so far | |
| Apart who are so dear! Love, be it so; | |
| Else we might press so close we should not grow. | |
| One doth deny even this so sweet a bar | |
| For fear our souls’ true shape should suffer mar. | 5 |
| Ah, surface-sundered, yet do we not know | |
| A hidden union in the deeps below? | |
| An intertwining where the strong roots are? | |
| Wise husbandmen plant trees, Sweetheart,—a space | |
| Between the trees; but after, soon or late, | 10 |
| High in the sunny air their spreading boughs | |
| Reach forth and meet. In some celestial place, | |
| When thou and I are tall and fair and straight, | |
| We shall clasp hands again,—if God allows. | | | | |
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