The electric flame pent up within their bosoms,
That, parted, weep their fiery hearts away,
Or waste afar—and darken into death?
Speak! do we part? or are we one forever?
——
Since I must love thee—since a weird wild fate
Impels me to thy heart against my will—
Do thou this justice to the heart I yield:
Be its ideal. Let it not blush to love.
Bid it not trail its light and glorious wings