By Hero's faith, and the foreboding tear
That quench'd her brand's last twinkle in its fall;
By Sappho's leap, and the low rustling fear
That sigh'd around her flight; I swear by all,
The world shall find such pattern in my act,
As if Love's great examples still were lack'd.
[SONNET.]
TO MY WIFE.
The curse of Adam, the old curse of all,
Though I inherit in this feverish life