L.
Yes! as if heaven upon the waves were sleeping,
Vexing my soul with quiet, there they lay,
All moveless, through their blue transparence keeping
The shadows of our sails, from day to day;
While she——oh! strongest is the strong heart’s woe—
And yet I live! I feel the sunshine’s glow—
And I am he that look’d, and saw decay
Steal o’er the fair of earth, th’ adored too much!—
It is a fearful thing to love what death may touch.