But from its sea of endless night
My mad heart never rose again;
Long looked I for one gleam of light,
But kept a desolate watch in vain.
Cold, dark, and senseless, still it lies
Within a black and waveless sea,
In splendor never more to rise,
And shine in love and melody.
TO ———.
The whole of this June day replete with roses,
Replete with perfume, loveliness, and bloom,
From dewy morn till sunset's portal closes,
From twilight till the midnight's starry gloom,
I offer up to thee, my loved and only—
I offer up to thee my thoughts and dreams,
And though alone, I can not then be lonely
While thus thy memory, like thy presence, seems.
All this soft sunshine through the white clouds glowing—
All this faint fragrance of the summer air—
All this sweet melody around me flowing
Of birds and breezes—all these blossoms fair—
This nameless influence of June's witching beauty
That thrills my pulses like old golden wine,
With a half wish that I could deem it duty,
And a sad joy, I offer on thy shrine.
My heart is full of tears that well up slowly,
And fall upon the breast from whence they stole;
A placid sorrow, made by patience holy,
Sits with bowed forehead in my silent soul!
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