"_Is it thou, silly heart,
Not prone on thy pallet, but grieving apart?_"
--"Natal Star, even so."
"_I miss thee to-night, while thou smoulderest low._"
--"Live in beauty! but I
For bloodshed of spirit, here dwindle and die."
"_Are we two not the same,
By law everlasting one mystical flame?
Aloft if I burn,
Every ray of my light be thy stair of return:
Up, up! to our lot
Where warfare and time and the body are not._"