Till a thousand hearts are stirr’d,
What life-drops, from the minstrel wrung,
Have gush’d with every word?
None, none!—his treasures live like thine,
He strives and dies like thee;
—Thou, that hast been to the pearl’s dark shrine,
O wrestler with the sea!
THE REQUIEM OF GENIUS.
“Les poetes, dont l’imagination tient la puissance d’aimer et de souffrir, ne sont-ils pas les bannis d’une autre region?”
Madame de Stael—“De L’Allemagne.”