And O! all those black-fingered, scornful trees!
II
THE PASSING OF LOVE
“Now, thou Hyacinth, whisper the letters on thee graven and add a deeper ai, ai to thy petals.”
—Moschus
I
“Partir—c’est mourir un peu!”
Francesco Paolo Tosti
Day! and its light falls on a thousand hills!
Day! and its strength flows in upon the heart!
High up in air fine fleece-white clouds do part,