WRITTEN IN DEJECTION, NEAR NAP I THE sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent might, The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's II. I see the Deep's untrampled floor Like light dissolved in star-showers, th The lightning of the noon-tide ocean How sweet! did any heart now share in m III. Alas! I have nor hope nor health, And walked with inward glory crowned- IV. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, V. Some might lament that I were cold, They might lament—for I am one Whom men love not, and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. THE PAST. I. WILT thou forget the happy hours Blossoms and leaves, instead of mould? 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, Memories that make the heart a tomb, Regrets which glide through the spirit's gloom, And with ghastly whispers tell That joy, once lost, is pain. PASSAGE OF THE APENNINES. LISTEN, listen, Mary mine, To the whisper of the Apennine, It bursts on the roof like the thunder's roar, By the captives pent in the cave below. Is a mighty mountain dim and grey, And the Apennine walks abroad with the storm. II. Come, be happy! — sit near me : ΠΙ. Misery! we have known each other, Like a sister and a brother Living in the same lone home, Come, be happy!-le thee down On the fresh grass newly mown, Where the Grasshopper doth sing Merrily one joyous thing In a world of sorrowing! |