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XIV.

LOVE WITHOUT A PARALLEL.

My love for thee had not a parallel

The dusky Queen of Egypt had ignored
The dizzy height to which my passion soared.
The burning Lesbian, in her island dell,

Had never strung her lyre to such a height,
Lest at the tension it had sprung apart,
And lain all shattered, shivering, like her heart.
Such love begot not Helen's fatal flight,
As thou, Adhémar, in my breast inspired.
Had Anthony, Phaon, Paris been as true
To all Love ever dreamed, or felt, or knew,
As thou, whose gallant soul my being fired,
The Orient Queen had wooed no aspic sleep,
Nor Sappho made the wild Leucadian leap.

XV.

ADIEU.

ADIEU-adieu! In silent tears we parted
To journey on, diverging as two beams
That from the equatorial line have started,
Bending their faces towards the earth's extremes.
All day my bosom heaves with heavy sighs—
All day I sing thy favorite songs and weep-
All night I gaze into thy luminous eyes,

Or clasp thy shadow in my feverish sleep.

Oh for the love that was for death too strong

Oh for the sweet-charmed hours that sped too soon, When thou didst steal from Beauty's laughing throng, To meet me by the soft consenting moon,

Inclasp my hand in tremulous delight,

And bend on me thine eyes angelically bright.

XVI.

ONENESS.

NEVER in earth or Heaven canst thou be loved

As I have loved thee-never-never more

By love so holy can thy soul be moved,
Upon terrestrial or celestial shore.

On thee alone my faithful spirit dwelt-
To thee alone my restless Fancy soared-
For thee alone before my God I knelt,
And the libations of my full heart poured.
Thy smiles, thy words, each feature of thy face,
Thy step, as thou didst from me last depart―
Thy mournful gait-thy form's majestic grace,
Were caught and treasured in my doting heart,
And there have lived through every varying mood,
The soul and solace of my sainted solitude.

XVII.

REMEMBRANCE.

THY Voice flows o'er my listening heart like sound
From fairy fount or lute in land of dreams,
And full thy loveliness upon me teems,
With thy bright presence lighting all around,
Until my pulses leap like rills unbound.

I see again thine eyes' effulgent beams;

I walk with thee along the laughing streams,

Through whispering grove-o'er flower-bespangled

ground,

And feel thy glowing touch my heart-strings thrill,

As I upon thy doting arm recline,

Listing thee speak from out thy spirit's shrine, Love-freighted words, whose heavenly music still Steals softly o'er my weary, thirsting soul, Exerting o'er it aye a calm and sweet control.

XVIII.

THE RETURN.

I SEE again thy tall, majestic form, E'en with the vividness of my first sight; I see thine eyes, like stars amid the night Of my deep woe-I feel thy heart beat warm Against my heart-I feel thy tremulous arm Inclasp my waist--and lip to lip impressed, I feel the sweet flame kindling in my breast, And stealing o'er my soul the fatal charm.— O memory thou art, alas! too true! Too faithful to this desolate heart of mine, Whose innermost recess is sorrow's shrine ! I would forget the past—and seek anew Some other votary-some alluring scene,But ever thy dear form, Adhémar, floats between.

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