“And pour their woe the loaded air along.”
“The insuperable threshold!”
Do our readers remember the dying Corinne’s words? Je mourrais seule—au reste, ce moment se passe de secours; nos amis ne peuvent nous suivre que jusqu’au seuil de la vie. Là, commencent des pensées dont le trouble et la profondeur ne sauraient se confier.
We have only space for one more—verses entitled “Heart’s-Ease.”
Heart’s-Ease
“Oh, Heart’s-Ease, dost thou lie within that flower?
How shall I draw thee thence?—so much I need
The healing aid of thine enshrinéd power
To veil the past—and bid the time good speed!
“I gather it—it withers on my breast;