I have wished so oft this mockery might end
Of love between us! And it's ended no
Yet I cannot even to myself pretend
That the wished thing achieved gives joy eno
Every going is a parting to
Our happiest day doth make us one day olde
To get stars we must have darkness also,
The fresher hour is likewise the colde
I dare not hesitate not to accept
Thy separating letter, yet I wish
With some vague jealousy I scarce reject
That things were fitted for a different stretc
Farewell! Yet do I smile at this or not?
My feeling now is lost in though