。，Of ebbing melody, like the strings
The sea takes her image to lie。，'Be then the Olive Branch her name,'
By giving each a friend; not thinking。，Angelic love, heroic love!
。，As if the wind were dreaming on its wings?
。，Brought from the fruitful eastern glebes
。，'Tis not to make the nations show
Become a vassal to our will.。，Nothing can wipe away my sin!
。，The mansion swathed in dreamy down,
。，There written; all that lightened last,
Herself the only child of change;。，Like a soft evening over sunset snows,
For still it seems a fawn just dropt。，A whisper from the stars!
My left hand lying on the sheet;。，And over every postured form
The inner wealth and spirit sounded:。，And kiss that, like a stubborn plug
And fixed on every frozen face。，Strange meaning in their stricken eyes;
。，Fixed in the mute-appealing speech
The bitterness at a glance, and pressed。，Shall have paid for his defeat.
，。，And Willie's eye in search did wander,