Sinopsis

Arethusa MY heart was emptied like a mountain pool That sinks in earthquake to some pit below, As thou did'st leave me. All my waters cool Burst from their basin when I saw thee go;— O'erflowed, leaped out, and ran beneath the ground,— Poured with a surging wave in search of thee! Where'er thou art, those waters will abound; But I must wait till life come back to me. Augustus Peabody Gardner I SEE—within my spirit—mystic walls, And slender windows casting hallowed light Along dim aisles where many a shadow falls On text and trophy, effigy and tomb; And here each youthful hero and old knight Sleeps on his marble couch, while overhead The tattered banners shed their bloom Of glory o'er the dead.