With thy dear name as text, though bidden by thee, To where the prospect terminates-thee only. TO MY MOTHER. BECAUSE I feel that, in the Heavens above, Can find, among their burning terms of love, Therefore by that dear name I long have called you— And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you, My mother-my own mother, who died early, Are mother to the one I loved so dearly, And thus are dearer than the mother I knew By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life. ELDORADO. GAILY bedight, A gallant knight, In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old This knight so bold And o'er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow |