Have I Not Learned to Live Without Thee Yet?

HAVE I not learned to live without thee yet? —
Years joined to scornful years have mocked my pain;
Light-footed joys have proffered transient gain.
And smiled on me, and wooed me to forget;
And lesser loves my pathway have beset
With cheap enticements. Since my heart was fain,
Sometimes I listened, but their boast was vain, —
They had no coin to pay the old time’s debt.

And thou ? Thou art at rest, and far away
From all the vain delusions of the hour ;
Like some forsaken child, I weep by night,
Whilst thou rejoicest in thy perfect day:
Thine is the triumph, thine the immortal power, —
Art thou too glad to mourn for earth’s delight?