How grave thou loookest, loved
one! wherefore so?
Thy marble image seems a type of
Like it, no sign of life thou giv'st
Compared with thee, the stone appears to glow.
Behind his shield in ambush lurks
The friend's brow all-unruffled
we should see.
I seek thee, but thou seek'st away
Fix'd as this sculptured figure, learn to grow!
Tell me, to which should I the
Must I from both with coldness
The one is lifeless, thou
with life art blest.
In short, no longer to throw words
I'll fondy kiss and kiss and kiss
Till thou dost tear me
hence with envious breast.
Sea Of Tranquility