In dreamy curves, she sang a verse of Love
We,—and the Fisher-boy—still on our knees.
She
"And Love—sweet Love!
Oh less than the splendor spread
From Fuji's head
To the sea, and the grass, and the grove
Know ye the deep things of this!
A little men taste its bliss
In the belov'd one's charms,
And the close-wound arms,
And the spirits which almost kiss
Through their dividing bodies; and delight
Of mother-love and father-love, and friends
Hand-fast, and heart-fast! But Death's sudden night
Comes; and in gloom, it seems, Love's sunshine ends.
Thus Love's warm golden wing
Shields not from shuddering
The souls it covers, chilled with dread to part.
Ah! could I tell,
