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Alas! and life hath moments when a glance
(If thought to sudden watchfulness be stirr'd,)
A flush—a fading of the cheek perchance,
A word—less, less—the cadence of a word,
Lets in our gaze the mind's dim veil beneath.
Thence to bring haply knowledge fraught with death!
—Even thus, what never from thy lip was heard
Broke on my soul.—I knew that in thy sight

Thy sad sweet hymn, at eve, the seas along,—
—Oh! the deep soul it breath'd!—the love, the woe,
The fervor, pour'd in that full gush of song,
As it went floating through the fiery glow
Of the rich sunset!—bringing thoughts of Spain,
With all her vesper-voices, o'er the main,
Which seem'd responsive in its murmuring flow.
—"Ave sanctissima!"—how oft that lay