Or sentiment that cloys.
Thus gold in fire the brighter glows,
And far more rare and precious grows,
Refined from all alloys.”
Frederick to Cesarion
There is also in the same collection a long and beautiful ode “To the shades of Cesarion,” of which the following are a few lines:—
“O God! how hard the word of Fate!
Cesarion dead! His happy days
Death to the grave has consecrate.
His charm I mourn and gentle grace.