Bears up the healthful spirit, will but cast
Mine to the earth—will rend me utterly!——
I must away!
ON A FRIEND’S DECLARING HERSELF UNABLE TO RECOGNISE HIM.
Rightly thou speak’st—I am myself no more;
And yet in worth not less than I have been.
Seems this a dark, strange riddle? Yet,’tis none!
The gentle moon that gladdens thee by night—
Thine eye, thy spirit irresistibly
Winning with beams of love—mark! how it floats