Such sweet preluding sense of old Led on in Eden’s sinless place The hour when bodies human first Combined the primal prime embrace, Such genial heat the blissful seat In man and woman owned unblamed, When, naked both, its garden paths They walked unconscious, unashamed: Ere, clouded yet in mistiest dawn, Above the horizon dusk and dun, One mountain crest with light had tipped That Orb that is the Spirit’s Sun; Ere dreamed young flowers in vernal showers Of fruit to rise the flower above, Or ever yet to young Desire Was told the mystic name of Love. AMOURS DE VOYAGE. _Oh, you are sick of self-love, Malvolio,_ _And taste with a distempered appetite!_ SHAKSPEARE. _Il doutait de tout, même de l’amour._ FRENCH NOVEL. _Solvitur ambulando._ SOLUTIO SOPHISMATUM. _Flevit amores_ _Non elaboratum ad pedem._ HORACE. _AMOURS DE VOYAGE._ CANTO I. _Over the great windy waters, and over the clear-crested summits,_ _Unto the sun and the sky, and unto the perfecter earth,_ _Come, let us go,—to a land wherein gods of the old time wandered,_ _Where every breath even now changes to ether divine._ _Come, let us go; though withal a voice whisper, ‘The world that we live in,_ _Whithersoever we turn, still is the same narrow crib;_ _’Tis but to prove limitation, and measure a cord, that we travel;_ _Let who would ’scape and be free go to his chamber and think;_ _’Tis but to change idle fancies for memories wilfully falser;_ _’Tis but to go and have been.’—Come, little bark! let us go._ I. CLAUDE TO EUSTACE.