LXXII.

And thou indeed hadst perish’d, my soul’s friend! I might form other ties--but thou alone Couldst with a glance the veil of dimness rend, By other years o’er boyhood’s memory thrown! Others might aid me onward: thou and I Had mingled the fresh thoughts that early die, Once flowering--never more! And thou wert gone! Who could give back my youth, my spirit free, Or be in aught again what thou hadst been to me?