<h2>VI</h2>
<p>Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand<br/>
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore<br/>
Alone upon the threshold of my door<br/>
Of individual life, I shall command<br/>
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand<br/>
Serenely in the sunshine as before,<br/>
Without the sense of that which I forbore—<br/>
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land<br/>
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine<br/>
With pulses that beat double. What I do<br/>
And what I dream include thee, as the wine<br/>
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue<br/>
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,<br/>
And sees within my eyes the tears of two.</p>
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