Find significance in fireworks: so, by help of mine, they may
Confidently lay to heart and lock in head their life long—this:
"He there with the brand flamboyant, broad o'er night's forlorn abyss,
Crowned by prose and verse; and wielding, with Wit's bauble, Learning's rod" ...
Well? Why, he at least believed in Soul, was very sure of God!
So the poor smile played, that evening: pallid smile long since extinct
Here in London's mid-November! Not so loosely thoughts were linked,
Six weeks since as I, descending in the sunset from Salève,
Found the chain I seemed to forge there, flawless till it reached your grave,—