THE SEA-SERPENT* 
93 
I say that Sue prevailed. That night, as in 
his lonely room he sat, preparing for the mor¬ 
row, his brow forgot its usual gloom, his mind 
forgot its usual sorrow ; — he looks upon the 
waning moon, he gazes on the heaving deep; 
then takes with trembling hand his pen, and 
writes these lines while others sleep. 
TO YOU. 
I. 
Forgetful and forgetting 
As the hearts of men may be, 
No heart, without regretting, 
Could for ever part from thee. 
Deem not, that, in redeeming 
A promise made by me, 
I shine of my own beaming, 
For the light is caught from thee. 
ii. 
The hidden art of hiding 
Within the glittering glass 
