Julia P. Boynton

"A young poet residing at South Byron, N.Y., and author of Lines and Interlines . (G. P. Putnam's Sons.)" (Crandall)

Divided

I cannot reach thee; we are far, so far

Apart, who are so dear!

Love, be it so;

Else we might press so close we should not grow.

One doth deny even this so swet a bar

For fear our souls' true shape should suffer mar.

Ah, surface-sundered, yet do we not know

A hidden union in the deeps below?

An intertwining where the strong roots are?

Wise husbandmen plant thus, sweetheart,—a space

Between the trees; but after, soon or late,

High in the sunny air their spreading boughs

Reach forth and meet. In some celestial place,

When we two are grown tall and fair and straight,

We shall clasp hands again—if God allows.