My heart strikes with it. Yet again—’tis time!
A step!—a voice!—or but a rising breeze?
Hark!—haste!—I come to meet thee on the seas!
VI.
Now never more, oh! never, in the worth
Of its pure cause, let sorrowing love on earth
Trust fondly—never more! The hope is crush’d
That lit my life, the voice within me hush’d
That spoke sweet oracles; and I return
To lay my youth, as in a burial urn,