From the Sicilian of Vicortai.
I.—A Dedication.
Like spray blown lightly from the crested wave1
To glitter in the sun,2
So from my heart love gave3
These airy fancies to the eyes of a belovëd one.4
But who shall guess5
From the blown foam that in the sunbeam shines6
What secret stores there be7
Of unsunn’d sea ?8
Ah ! how much less9
The depths of what I feel from these poor broken lines10
I dedicate to thee !11