Sweet Love,—but oh! most dread Desire of Love br Life-thwarted. Linked in gyves I saw them stand, br Love shackled with Vain-longing, hand to hand: br And one was eyed as the blue vault above: br But hope tempestuous like a fire-cloud hove br I' the other's gaze, even as in his whose wand br Vainly all night with spell-wrought power has spann'd br The unyielding caves of some deep treasure-trove. br Also his lips, two writhen flakes of flame, br Made moan: “Alas O Love, thus leashed with me! br Wing-footed thou, wing-shouldered, once born free: br And I, thy cowering self, in chains grown tame,— br Bound to thy body and soul, named with thy name,— br Life's iron heart, even Love's Fatality.