To Helen. (with a Small Candlestick, a Birthday Present.) February 12th, 1838.
If, wand’ring in a wizard’s car
Through yon blue ether, I were able
To fashion of a little star
A taper for my Helen’s table,—
“What then?” she asks me, with a laugh:—
Why then, with all Heaven’s lustre glowing,
It would not gild her path with half
The light her love o’er mine is throwing!