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!”