FROM THE SPANISH OF GARCILASO DE LA VEGA.
Divine Eliza!—since the sapphire sky
Thou measur’st now on angel wings, and feet
Sandall’d with immortality—oh, why
Of me forgetful? Wherefore not entreat
To hurry on the time, when I shall see
The veil of mortal being rent in twain,
And smile that I am free?
In the third circle of that happy land,
Shall we not seek together, hand in hand,
Another lovelier landscape, a new plain,
Other romantic streams and mountains blue,
And other vales, and a new shady shore,
When I may rest, and ever in my view
Keep thee, without the terror and surprise
Of being sunder’d more!