Save only thee and me. I paused-I looked- All all expired save thee save less than thou: Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes. Saw only them until the moon went down. How dark a wo! yet how sublime a hope! But now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight, They have not left me (as my hopes have) since. They follow me they lead me through the years. They are my ministers - yet I their slave. Their office is to illumine and enkindle My duty to be saved by their bright light And purified in their electric fire And sanctified in their elysian fire. They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope) A VALENTINE To FOR her these lines are penned, whose luminous eyes, That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure; The words - the letters themselves. Do not forget The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor. And yet there is in this no Gordian knot Which one might not undo without a sabre, If one could merely understand the plot. Enwritten upon this page whereon are peering Such eager eyes, there lies, I say, perdu, A well-known name, oft uttered in the hearing Of poets, by poets; as the name is a poet's, too. Its letters, although naturally lying — Like the knight Pinto (Mendez Ferdinando) Still form a synonym for truth. Cease trying! You will not read the riddle though you do the best you can do. Have ceased with the fever That maddened my brain With the fever called "Living" That burned in my brain. And oh! of all tortures That torture the worst Has abated the terrible For the napthaline river Of Passion accurst: I have drank of a water That quenches all thirst: And, to sleep, you must slumber In just such a bed. My tantalized spirit Here blandly reposes, Forgetting, or never Regretting, its roses |