And they, between whose sever’d souls,
Once in close union tied,
A gulf is set, a current rolls
For ever to divide;
Well may they envy such a lot,
Whose hearts yearn on—but mingle not.
[367] For the tale on which this little poem is founded, see L’Hermite en Italie.
THE LAST WISH.
Go to the forest-shade,
Seek thou the well-known glade,