Ilookedupanddaredgazeatthoseeyes，norwashurtanymoreThanbyslowpallidsunsetsinautumn，yewatchfromtheshore，Attheirsadlevelgazeo\'ertheocean——asun\'sslowdeclineOverhillswhich，resolvedinsternsilence，o\'erlapandentwineBasewithbasetoknitstrengthmoreintensely:so，armfoldedarmO\'erthechestwhoseslowheavingssubsided。
XI。
Whatspellorwhatcharm，（For，awhiletherewastroublewithinme）whatnextshouldIurgeTosustainhimwheresonghadrestoredhim？——SongfilledtothevergeHiscupwiththewineofthislife，pressingallthatityieldsOfmerefruitage，thestrengthandthebeauty:beyond，onwhatfields，GleanavintagemorepotentandperfecttobrightentheeyeAndbringbloodtothelip，andcommendthemthecuptheyputby？
Hesaith，``Itisgood；\'\'stillhedrinksnot:heletsmepraiselife，Givesassent，yetwoulddieforhisownpart。
XII。