Go from me. Yet I feel t I sand

    hy shadow. Nevermore

    Alone upon threshold of my door

    Of individual life, I shall command

    t my hand

    Serenely in the sunshine as before,

    it t which I forbore--

    touc land

    Doom takes to part us, leaves t in mine

    it beat double.  I do

    And he wine

    Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue

    God for myself,  name of thine,

    And sees ears of two.