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