... first its ardent glow Enkindled in the bosom, like the light Which radiantly amines portbern night. How can the beautiful, the good, the chaste, Be from recording memory effaced? How the soul satiate—or the eye pall the sweet intercourse, unshared by all, By Save the TWO hearts, which still like ONE eppear, Together knit by bonds time draws more near t With nature we're familiar from the hour ...