I have led her home, my love, my only friend
There is none like her, none
And never yet so warmly ran my blood
And sweetly, on and on
Calming itself to the long-wish'd-for end
Full to the banks, close on the promised good

None like her, none
Just now the dry-tongued laurels' pattering talk
Seem'd her light foot along the garden walk
And shook my heart to think she comes once more
But even then I heard her close the door;
The gates of heaven are closed, and she is gone