Tall oaks branch charmed by the earnest stars Dream and so dream all night without a stir.
Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow.
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
O aching time! O moments big as years!
The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.