As when above the fragrant nest

And the wide billowing fields of wheat

You soared and sang the livelong day,

And in the light of heaven dissolved away.

VI

The light of heaven! Is it not here?

One rapture, one ecstatic joy,

One passion, one sublime despair,

One grief which nothing can destroy,

You—though your dying eyes are wet

Remember, 'tis our blunted hearts forget.

[Pg 13]

VII

Beat, little breast, still beat, still beat,

Strive, misted eyes and tremulous wings;

Swell, little throat, your Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!

Thro' which such deathless memory rings:

Better to break your heart and die,

Than, like your gaolers, to forget your sky.

THE LOVERS' FLIGHT

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