But I—your soft looks wake the thirst
That wins no quenching rain;
Ye drive me back, my beautiful!
To the stormy fight again.
THEKLA AT HER LOVER’S GRAVE.
“Thither where he lies buried!
That single spot is the whole world to me.”
Coleridge’s “Wallenstein.”
Thy voice was in my soul! it call’d me on;
O my lost friend! thy voice was in my soul.