• And thou art gone, most loved, most honored friend!
    No, nevermore thy gentle voice shall blend
    With air of Earth its pure ideal tones,
    Binding in one, as with harmonious zones,
    The heart and intellect. And I no more
    Shall with thee gaze on that unfathomed deep,
    The Human Soul,—as when, pushed off the shore,
    Thy mystic bark would through...