And every sight increaseth my despair !

*****

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XLV

" How I could love, if loved in like degree!

Life seems to hold no richer harvest here —
To sail beyond the sunsets, and to see

Those Western Isles that all have deem'd so fair,

To breathe awhile in that diviner air,
And feel, like those old Gods of ancient time.
Existence mellow'd to a joy sublime.
XLVI

" O Love ! that sitt'st upon thy deathless throne,
Controlling all by thine Omnipotence —

O Heart! that deem'st thou canst not love, since none
Can give thee back thy heart's full recompense —
O Love for Love! divinest Affluence!

To read thy longing in another's eyes.
And the new Dawn in sumptuous splendour rise! "



lOO



XLVII

Soul, that ever whispereth of thy wants,
In God alone canst thou be satisfied !

1 know how much the earth-born nature pants
For Love, that never woman yet supplied.
For Love, that is to mortal years denied ! —

Are there not moments that reveal to thee
The measure of thine own infinity?



XLVIII

How vain, how short, the best of mortal's love!
Yet fixity in Love the spirit craves!

Unless your trust in God knows no remove,
Your life is but a sleep on summer waves —
Rough winds will toss you to their ocean caves.
Thro' which the bellowing sea with thundrous roar

Doth break the chilly silence evermore.
