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Dinah Maria Mulock - Passion Past
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WERE I a boy, with a boy`s heart-beat 
At glimpse of her passing adown the street, 
Of a room where she had entered and gone, 
Or a page her hand had written on,-- 
Would all be with me as it was before? 
O no, never! no, no, never! 
Never any more. 

Were I a man, with a man`s pulse-throb, 
Breath hard and fierce, held down like a sob, 
Dumb, yet hearing her lightest word, 
Blind, until only her garment stirred: 
Would I pour my life like wine on her floor? 
No, no, never: never, never! 
Never any more. 

Gray and withered, wrinkled and marred, 
I have gone through the fire and come out unscarred, 
With the image of manhood upon me yet, 
No shame to remember, no wish to forget: 
But could she rekindle the pangs I bore?-- 
O no, never! thank God, never! 
Never any more. 

Old and wrinkled, withered and gray,-- 
And yet if her light step passed to-day, 
I should see her face all faces among, 
And say,--"Heaven love thee, whom I loved long! 
Thou hast lost the key of my heart`s door, 
Lost it ever, and forever, 
Ay, forevermore."
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