L.

Yes! as if heaven upon the waves were sleeping, Vexing my soul with quiet, there they lay, All moveless, through their blue transparence keeping The shadows of our sails, from day to day; While she----oh! strongest is the strong heart’s woe-- And yet I live! I feel the sunshine’s glow-- And I am he that look’d, and saw decay Steal o’er the fair of earth, th’ adored too much!-- It is a fearful thing to love what death may touch.