tArvers was a young litterateur who died by his cwn hand about 1846. This sonnet was found &roong his private papers. It is known in Frenen literatura as "Le fameus Sonnet d'Arvers."] My soul baa its own secrets; Hfe its care; A hopeless love, that in one moment drew Tbe breath of life. Silent, its pain I bear. Which she who caused it knows not - nerflc knew. Alas! by her unmarked, my passion grew As by ber side I wal ked- most lonely there. And long as life may last I ara aware 1 ghall win nothinR- for I dare not sue; Whilst she whom Qod bas raadeso kind and swoet Goes heedless on her way with steadf ast f eet, Unconscious of Love's wbispers murmured low. To duty faithful as a saint, some day IKding these lines, all filled with her, she'U say, "Wno was this womanï" and will never know.