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Rh An emerald, like a vine-leaf weaving Upon the pedestal its glow, Saith: "To thy life the vine is cleaving, And fain upon thy grave would grow!" “Impressions and Moods” (1880).

It was so narrow, that two butterflies Upon it, side by side, could scarcely flit. And sunbeams darted there in stealthy wise: The snail that crawled there filled its whole extent. A morsel of blue sky shone over it We 'neath its darkened vault together went. And wonderful! Yet sooth it is to say, We two found room enough upon the way. “On the Pilgrimage to Eldorado” (1882).

First the whole universe avails us not But then our every yearning pang declines In a cool alcove's single shadowy spot.

Above our heads the sun in radiance shines, Yet we fear seeing it, as birds that fled Safe from the tempest to a clump of pines

And in their gladness no more songs have shed. “On the Pilgrimage to Eldorado” (1882).