TO MARGUERITE

°1Yes°! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. 5The islands feel the enclasping flow, And then their endless bounds they know. °7But when the moon° their hollows lights, And they are swept by balms of spring, And in their glens, on starry nights, 10The nightingales divinely sing; And lovely notes, from shore to shore, Across the sounds and channels pour— [p.93] Oh! then a longing like despair Is to their farthest caverns sent; 15For surely once, they feel, we were Parts of a single continent! Now round us spreads the watery plain— Oh might our marges meet again! Who order'd, that their longing's fire 20Should be, as soon as kindled, cool'd? Who renders vain their deep desire?— A God, a God their severance ruled! And bade betwixt their shores to be °24The unplumb'd, salt, estranging sea.°