Sonnet Iv.

FRIEND, dear as Memory's joys! of life that 's past A part, and part of better life to come, If life to come there be, in some dear home Beyond the rigid clouds that overcast Our sundered lives — all that is mine thou hast; — All thoughts, all sympathies; — though far I roam From you — by mountains, streams, or ocean's foam Divided long — yet ever, first and last, Our love knows no division. In my soul And yours, we twin-born spirits of one blood, Still, as of old, are one. No sea can roll Between its league-long melancholy flood, No separate interests, loves, or pressing cares Disturb the mutual trust our being shares.