Are there the words "NO MORE" for thoughts like ours?
Must the bark sink upon so soft a wave?
Hath the short summer of thy life no flowers
But those which bloom above thine early grave?


V.

O God! and what is life, that I should live?
(Hath not the world enow of common clay?)
And she--the Rose--whose life a soul could give
To the void desert, sigh its sweets away?


VI.

And I that love thee thus, to whom the air,
Blest by thy breath, makes heaven where'er it be,
Watch thy cheek wane, and smile away despair,
Lest it should dim one hour yet left to Thee.


VII.

Still let me conquer self; oh, still conceal
By the smooth brow the snake that coils below;
Break, break my heart! it comforts yet to feel
That _she_ dreams on, unwakened by my woe!