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FORESHADOWING.

KNOW, my friend,
We never have been lovers; but when we
Of these sweet summer-hours shall find the end,
     And there shall be
A courteous close to all our pleasant speech,—
  When you go out into the burring crowd,
  To battle, like a warrior iron-browed,
For all the worldly blessings which you claim,—
     Wealth, power, and fame,—
Things which I do not crave and cannot reach,—
  I wonder if your heart will be the same,—
Will beat as evenly and tranquilly,
     Away from me?
If, when you find your separate life once more,
'T will be as whole and happy as before?

     It may be so:
Ambition has broad leaves,which overgrow
The feebler heart-plants, blossoming small and low;