From The Libertarian Labyrinth
- I Challenge not the oracle
- That drove you from my board:
- I bow before the dark decree
- That scatters as I hoard.
- You vanished like the sailing ship
- That rides far out at sea.
- I murmur as your farewell dies
- And your form floats from me;
- Ah! ties are sundered in this hour:
- No tide of fortune rare
- Shall bring the heart 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
- A bartered merchandise.
- Alas! When you come back to me,
- And come not as of yore,
- But with your alien wealth and peace,
- Can we be lovers more ?
- 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.
Sidney H. Morse.