If it disdained its brother.
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?"

Here the failure is foreseen; he knows she will not kiss him.
Sometimes his sadness is faint and restrained:

"I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden,
Thou needest not fear mine;
My spirit is too deeply laden
Ever to burthen thine."

At other times it flows with the fulness of despair, as in

"I can give not what men call love,
But wilt thou accept not
The worship the heart lifts above
And the Heavens reject not,
The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?"

or in

"When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead--
When the cloud is scattered