A Year Ago

A year ago, beloved! Who shall say 
What smiles and tears were ours a year ago? 
Last year my heart was fain its love to show; 
Then had I songs to sing, and prayers to pray, 
And dreams to dream, in dawns and twilights gray, — 
Dreams of love's heaven, that I came to know 
For passionate realities; and, lo! 
Realities turn back to dreams to-day. 

O thou, my love, my saviour, living yet! 
I stand with folded hands before the gates, — 
Dark doors, whereof Death hath alone the key. 
So, with strained ear to iron gratings set, 
His term of bondage spent, some prisoner waits 
The word that, long delayed, shall make him free.