Nature that gave him to mankind, not long Endures his absence from her ravished breast; Sick for the love of what she looks upon, She opes her veins to engulf him to sweet rest: Now the keen chords of love, with thrilling touch, Tremble intense music all along thy wings; Now thou dost all pervade, and hallow such As thought of joyance, and of beauty brings: Swell now the thronging harmonies that roll The breath of love and beauty through the soul! {26} {26} XXVI. I will not mourn thee; when thou art not here, Yet is thy influence present to my heart; I will not moisten more wet memory’s bier, Only some flowers shall play my saddening part; Full well I know that, bursting distance’s chains, A guardian angel, thou’lt attend my ways; And I shall hear thee in the loftiest strains