Sighing That Nature Formed But One Such

Curiosity Kills Itself; And Love Is Only Curiosity, As Is Proved By Its End.

When We Two Parted In Silence And Tears, Half Broken-hearted, To Sever For Years.

Still From The Fount Of Joy's Delicious Springs Some Bitter O'er The Flowers Its Bubbling Venom Flings.

The Sky Is Changed,-and Such A Change! O Night And Storm And Darkness! Ye Are Wondrous Strong, Yet Lovely In Your Strength, As Is The Light Of A Dark Eye In Woman! Far Along, From Peak To Peak, The Rattling Crags Among, Leaps The Live Thunder.

Thy Decay's Still Impregnate With Divinity.