What Is More Gentle Than A Wind

Alas! When Passion Is Both Meek And Wild!

The Days Of Peace And Slumberous Calm Are Fled.

O Let Me Lead Her Gently O'er The Brook, Watch Her Half-smiling Lips And Downward Look; O Let Me For One Moment Touch Her Wrist; Let Me One Moment To Her Breathing List; And As She Leaves Me, May She Often Turn Her Fair Eyes Looking Through Her Locks Auburne.

--then On The Shore Of The Wide World I Stand Alone, And Think Till Love And Fame To Nothingness Do Sink.

O Aching Time! O Moments Big As Years!