“ Till mortal heart-break throbbed in every tree; — Or (grievous ‘if’ that may be ‘yea’ o’er-soon!) , If thou, my Heart, long holden from thy Sweet, Shouldst knock Death’s door with mellow shocks of tune, Sad inquiry to make—‘When may we meet?’ Nay, if ye three, O Morn! O Spring! O Heart! ”
