Never poet
From Musaeus down,
Crowned with rose, or myrtle-wreath, or laurel,
Had of daintier hand
Dearer trophy!
Therefore ( know it,
Castaly! and, Daphne's lover, quarrel! )
I for crown
Flout the bay and wear thy pansy-band,
Mistress Sophie.
As these petals
Die not,
So the thought that settles
Softly in the purple petals
Fly not!
Half a memory, which a world of men
Can buy not,—
Half a prayer, that till we meet again
Thou sigh not!