A Man's Last Love

Like the tenth wave, that offers to the shore

Accumulated opulence and force,

So does my heart, which thought it loved of yore,

Carry increasing passion down the course

Of time to proffer thee.

Oh! not the faint

First ripple of the sea should be its pride,

But the great climax of its unrestraint,

Which culminates in one commanding tide.

The lesser billows of each crude emotion

Break on life's strand, recede, and then unite

With love's large sea; and to some late devotion

Unrecognised, they bring their lost delight.

So all the vanished fancies of my past

Live yet in this one passion, grand and vast.