Egeria! Sweet Creation Of Some Heart Which

Gone, Glimmering Through The Dream Of Things That Were.

There Are Some Feelings Time Cannot Benumb, Nor Torture Shake.

I Learned To Love Despair.

The Stars Are Forth, The Moon Above The Tops Of The Snow-shining Mountains--beautiful! I Linger Yet With Nature, For The Night Hath Been To Me A More Familiar Face Than That Of Man, And In Her Starry Shade Of Dim And Solitary Loveliness I Learned The Language Of Another World.

My Boat Is On The Shore, And My Bark Is On The Sea.