Too Hard To Bear

James Hinton, Love's Offering, 1883, LII., p. 130:

        When I think sometimes that for years and years
          New springs may clothe the hills in mocking green
          And new blue skies with their high azure sheen
        Gladden the hearts of men,—and that men's ears
        May mark new love-songs woven of joy and tears
          And all things else be just as they have been
          Save only that thou are not here, my queen,—
        I tremble with interminable fears.

        That I should lose thee—thee my one delight,
          while God keeps crowds of throstles at his ear,—
        Thee my one lily, while God's lilies white
          Are numberless and sweet and ever near
        His throne,—my one star, while he has the night
          Of stars,—great God, this seems too hard to bear!