XXI. BURIED YEARS. YEARS have been tombed, Adhémar, since we met, Beneath the stars I've wrapped me up in dreams, And sung with birds from early dawn till night, To wean my heart and win my thoughts from theeBut thou wert still my star, my sun, my Deity. XXII. THE FAILURE. LONG have I left the world, each dazzling scene Of joy, and mirth, and hall of gayety, If soul so tost can ever be serene; From vulgar eyes my bosom's woe to screen, And strive, beloved one, if such thing can be, To rend the chain that binds my life to theeAll tears and pinings banish-and again To mingle in the world as proud and gay. But here, week after week, and year I stay Feeding my heart upon its hoarded sighsThe memory of thy form and radiant eyes, Which woke the plaintive spirit of my lyre, And kindled in my breast a never-dying fire. XXIII. THE RESIGNATION. A THOUSAND times I've vowed to say farewell- A thousand times resolved no more to sip A thousand times I've striven the storm to quell And sworn to cool my heart in Lethe's wave- But such resolves like morning mist depart, SONNETS WRITTEN AFTER ADHÉMAR'S DEATH. XXIV. THE NEWS OF ADHÉMAR'S DEATH. WOE's me! my pulse stands still! Adhémar's dead! I read it in the Journal of this morn, That was to me by brawling newsboy borne. Mine eye fell on the telegraphic head, And running down the column swift as hawk Darts preyward, midway halted, while a shudder Shot through my heart, as through a ship whose rudder Strikes suddenly against a coral rock. "After three weeks," it ran, "of agony, Precisely fifteen minutes ere eleven, Adhémar's spirit passed away to heaven, Enwrapped in mantle of serenity; The knell will call him to the city of the dead. XXV. WHO ADHÉMAR WAS. "He was a lawyer-in the noon of youth; His eagle thoughts like pinioned arrows flew Up with his soul, star-soaring souls of crowds, A genius of that high volcanic order That hurls its lava forth in wild disorder, And with its rockets strikes the planets blind." I read it through-and from my hand, like lead, The paper fell-and left me rigid, as if dead. |