| 8. TO HELEN I saw thee once-- once only -- years ago:
I must not say how many -- but not many.
 It was a July midnight; and from out
 A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
 Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven,
 There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,
 With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber,
 Upon the upturned faces of a thousand
 Roses that grew in an enchanted garden,
 Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe --
 Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
 That gave out, in return for the love-light,
 Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death --
 Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
 That smiled and died in this parterre, enchanted
 By thee, and by the poetry of thy presence.
 Clad all in white, upon a violet bank
I saw thee half reclining; while the moon
 Fell on the upturn'd faces of the roses,
 And on thine own, upturn'd- alas, in sorrow!
 Was it not Fate, that, on this July midnight-
Was it not Fate, (whose name is also Sorrow,)
 That bade me pause before that garden-gate,
 To breathe the incense of those slumbering roses?
 No footstep stirred: the hated world an slept,
 Save only thee and me. (Oh, Heaven!- oh, God!
 How my heart beats in coupling those two words!)
 Save only thee and me. I paused- I looked-
 And in an instant all things disappeared.
 (Ah, bear in mind this garden was enchanted!)
 The pearly lustre of the moon went out:
The mossy banks and the meandering paths,
 The happy flowers and the repining trees,
 Were seen no more: the very roses' odors
 Died in the arms of the adoring airs.
 All- all expired save thee- save less than thou:
 Save only the divine light in thine eyes-
 Save but the soul in thine uplifted eyes.
 I saw but them- they were the world to me!
 I saw but them- saw only them for hours,
 Saw only them until the moon went down.
 What wild heart-histories seemed to he enwritten
 Upon those crystalline, celestial spheres!
How dark a woe, yet how sublime a hope!
 How silently serene a sea of pride!
 How daring an ambition; yet how deep-
 How fathomless a capacity for love!
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