Nature with him, to thrill beneath his touch,
To watch him slumbering, and to see him wake:
To live with him for ever were too much;
But then the thought of parting made her quake;
He was her own, her ocean-treasure, cast
Like a rich wreck—her first love, and her last.[BW]
CLXXIV.
And thus a moon rolled on, and fair Haidée
Paid daily visits to her boy, and took