Divided

We came to the dividing line,         Then he passed over and I am here,     Sad and sore is this heart of mine         That has no power to shed a tear,     For, like one who rises and walks in sleep,     I am lost in a dream--I cannot weep.     Yet he was good and fair to see         I know in my heart he loved me well,     What separated him from me,         I cannot tell, oh! I cannot tell,     For the blow came sudden, and sharp, and sore,     And I am alone now for evermore.     I thought to walk through all our time         Together, linked to a lofty aim;     With sudden wrench I'm left behind--         My heart is slain! oh, my heart is slain!     And the ghost of my heart within me cries,     Why, alas! was I made a sacrifice?     My royal eagle ordained to soar--         Breast to the storm, and eyes to the sun--     Up be thy flight! and think no more         Of one the life of whose life is done;     While I, stunned and sick with a dumb despair,     Still mourn by the grave of a hope so fair.