To Marguerite—Continued
Yes! in the sea of life enisled,1
With echoing straits between us thrown,
Dotting the shoreless watery wild,
We mortal millions live alone.
[5] The islands feel the enclasping flow,
And then their endless bounds they know.
But when the moon their hollows lights,
And they are swept by balms of spring,
And in their glens, on starry nights,
[10] The nightingales divinely sing;
And lovely notes, from shore to shore,
Across the sounds and channels pour—
Oh! then a longing like despair
Is to their farthest caverns sent;
[15] For surely o

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To Marguerite—Continued 
Yes! in the sea of life enisled,1
With echoing straits between us thrown, 
Dotting the shoreless watery wild,
We mortal millions live alone.
[5]        The islands feel the enclasping flow,
And then their endless bounds they know.
But when the moon their hollows lights, 
And they are swept by balms of spring, 
And in their glens, on starry nights, 
  [10]    The nightingales divinely sing;
And lovely notes, from shore to shore, 
Across the sounds and channels pour— 
Oh! then a longing like despair
Is to their farthest caverns sent;
  [15]    For surely o