The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 03, No. 15, January, 1859. Various

        Your life's proud aim, your art's high truth

        Have kept the promise of your youth;

        And while you won the crown which now

        Breaks into bloom upon your brow,

        My soul cried strongly out to you

        Across the ocean's yearning blue,

        While, unremembered and afar,

        I watched you, as I watch a star

        Through darkness struggling into view,

        And loved you better than you knew.

        I used to dream, in all these years,