SYLVIE AND BRUNO CONCLUDED

Dreams, that elude the Maker’s frenzied grasp-

Hands, stark and still, on a dead Mother’s breast,

Which nevermore shall render clasp for clasp,

Or deftly soothe a weeping Child to rest-

In suchlike forms me listeth to portray

My Tale, here ended. Thou delicious Fay-

The guardian of a Sprite that lives to tease thee-

Loving in earnest, chiding but in play

The merry mocking Bruno! Who, that sees thee,

Can fail to love thee, Darling, even as I?-

My sweetest Sylvie, we must say "Good-bye!"