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All-all expired save thee-save less than thou :
Save only the divine light in thine eyes—
Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes.

I saw but them-they were the world to me.
I saw but them-saw only them for hours-

Saw only them until the moon went down.

What wild heart-histories seemed to lie enwritten

Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres!

How dark a woe! yet how sublime a hope!
How silently serene a sea of pride!

How daring an ambition! yet how deep-
How fathomless a capacity for love!

UT now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight,

Into a western couch of thunder-cloud ;

And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees

Didst glide away. Only thine eyes remained.
They would not go-they never yet have gone.
Lighting my lonely pathway home that night,
They have not left me (as my hopes have) since.
They follow me--they lead me through the years.
They are my ministers-yet I their slave.
Their office is to illumine and enkindle-
My duty, to be saved by their bright light,
And purified in their electric fire,

And sanctified in their elysian fire.

They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope),
And are far up in heaven-the stars I kneel to

In the sad, silent watches of my night; While even in the meridian glare of day

I see them still--two sweetly scintillant Venuses, unextinguished by the sun!

ELDOM we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,

"Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet. Through all the flimsy things we see at once As easily as through a Naples bonnet

Trash of all trash !—how can a lady don it? Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff

Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff

Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it."

And, veritably, Sol is right enough.

The general tuckermanities are arrant

Bubbles-ephemeral and so transparent

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But this is, now,—you may depend upon it-
Stable, opaque, immortal-all by dint
Of the dear names that lie concealed within 't.

AN ENIGMA.