And, creeping up the beach a cable's length,
In many a thirsty hollow leaves a lake.
Oft as some ruling star my tide has swelled
The sea can scarcely brag more wrecks than I;
Ere other influence my waves has quelled,
The stanchest bark that floats is high and dry.
Jan. 19.
By a strong liking we prevail
Against the stoutest fort;
At length the fiercest heart will quail,
And our alliance court.
FRIENDS
Jan. 26. They are like air bubbles on water, hastening to flow together.
History tells of Orestes and Pylades, Damon and Pythias, but why should not we put to shame those old reserved worthies by a community of such?
Constantly, as it were through a remote skylight, I have glimpses of a serene friendship-land, and know the better why brooks murmur and violets grow.
This conjunction of souls, like waves which meet and break, subsides also backward over things, and gives all a fresh aspect.
I would live henceforth with some gentle soul such a life as may be conceived, double for variety, single for harmony,—two, only that we might admire at our one-
