They wait thee in the quiet nest,
And I, th’ unsought, unwatch’d-for—I too come!
I, with this wingèd nature fraught,
These visions wildly free,
This boundless love, this fiery thought—
Alone I come—oh! give me peace, dark sea!
DIRGE.
Where shall we make her grave?
Oh! where the wild-flowers wave
In the free air!