Oh! do not gaze upon that star,
That distant star, so earnestly,
If thou would'st not my pleasure mar—
For ah! I cannot give it thee.[3]
And, such is my unbounded love,
Thou should'st not gaze upon a thing
I would not make thee mistress of,
And prove in love, at least, a King!
STANZAS TO THE SHADE OF ——
In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth on men,—an image was before mine eyes; there was silence, and I heard a voice. JOB iv. 13.