Where eve has rent from them a fervid sun,
Then cool’d and calm’d in starlight sprinkled thick
Until the sun come back. We crack’d apart,
Like icebergs drifting southward, join’d no more,
And sunn’d alone the while they melt away.
XLII.
No need is there that here I should recall—
I would not if I could—my suffering.
From Elbert, best of friends, my nobler self,
My soul of virtue and my heart of love,