Estrangement

  So, without overt breach, we fall apart,
  Tacitly sunder--neither you nor I
  Conscious of one intelligible Why,
  And both, from severance, winning equal smart.
  So, with resigned and acquiescent heart,
  Whene'er your name on some chance lip may lie,
  I seem to see an alien shade pass by,
  A spirit wherein I have no lot or part.
  Thus may a captive, in some fortress grim,
  From casual speech betwixt his warders, learn
  That June on her triumphant progress goes
  Through arched and bannered woodlands; while for him
  She is a legend emptied of concern,
  And idle is the rumour of the rose.