Or moonlight on a midnight stream, Gives grace and truth to life's unquiet dream. IV. Love, Hope, and Self-esteem, like clouds depart Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art, 35 Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his heart. 40 Thou messenger of sympathies, That wax and wane in lovers' eyes — Thou that to human thought art nourishment, 45 Like darkness to a dying flame! Depart not as thy shadow came, Depart not- lest the grave should be, Like life and fear, a dark reality. V. While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed, I was not heard - I saw them not When musing deeply on the lot Of life, at the sweet time when winds are wooing News of birds and blossoming, Sudden, thy shadow fell on me ; I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy! VI. I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine have I not kept the vow? With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now 50 55 60 I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave: they have in visioned bowers 65 Of studious zeal or love's delight Outwatched with me the envious night They know that never joy illumed my brow Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst free This world from its dark slavery, That thou O awful LOVELINESS, Wouldst give whate'er these words cannot express. VII. The day becomes more solemn and serene In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which through the summer is not heard or seen, Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm - to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind. Summer, 1816. 70 ON FANNY GODWIN. HER voice did quiver as we parted, Yet knew I not that heart was broken This world is all too wide for thee. 5 The stream we gazed on then, rolled by; But we yet stand In a lone land, Like tombs to mark the memory Of hopes and fears, which fade and flee November 5, 1817. SONNET. OZYMANDIAS. I MET a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone And on the pedestal these words appear : PASSAGE OF THE APENNINES. LISTEN, listen, Mary mine, To the whisper of the Apennine; It bursts on the roof like the thunder's roar, Or like the sea on a northern shore, Heard in its raging ebb and flow By the captives pent in the cave below. Is a mighty mountain dim and gray, Which between the earth and sky doth lay; On the dim starlight then is spread, And the Apennine walks abroad with the storm. May 4, 1818. THE PAST. I. WILT thou forget the happy hours Which we buried in Love's sweet bowers, Heaping over their corpses cold Blossoms and leaves instead of mould? 5 10 Blossoms which were the joys that fell, And leaves, the hopes that yet remain. II. Forget the dead, the past? O yet There are ghosts that may take revenge for it, Regrets which glide through the spirit's gloom, That joy, once lost, is pain. LINES WRITTEN AMONG THE EUGANEAN HILLS. OCTOBER, 1818. MANY a green isle needs must be |