To Marguerite continued


Yes! in the sea of life enisled,

With echoing straits between us thrown,

Dotting the shoreless watery wild,

We mortal millions live alone.

The islands feel the enclasping flow,

And then their endless bounds they know.

But when the moon their hollows lights,

And they are swept by balms of spring,

And in their glens, on starry nights,

The nightingales divinely sing;

And lovely notes, from shore to shore,

Across the sounds and channels pour —Oh! then a longing like

Is to their farthest caverns sent;

For surely once, they feel, we

Parts of a single continent!

Now round us spreads the watery plain —Oh, might our marges meet again!

Who ordered, that their longing's

Should be, as soon as kindled, cooled?

Who renders vain their deep desire? —A god, a god their severance ruled!

And bade betwixt their shores to

The unplumbed, salt, estranging sea.

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