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All-all expired save thee-save less than thou :
I saw but them-they were the world to me.
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 daring an ambition! yet how deep-
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.
And sanctified in their elysian fire.
They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope),
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
But this is, now,—you may depend upon it-