WHERE art thou, beloved To-morrow? Thy sweet smiles we ever seek, In thy place ah! well-a-day! We find the thing we fled - To-day. 5 1821. LINES. IF I walk in Autumn's even While the dead leaves pass, If I look on Spring's soft heaven, 5 ΤΟ I. ONE word is too often profaned One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it. One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear II. I can give not what men call love, The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow? ΤΟ I. WHEN passion's trance is overpast, 5 ΙΟ 15 1821. 5 II. It were enough to feel, to see And dream the rest-and burn and be The secret food of fires unseen, Couldst thou but be as thou hast been IO III. After the slumber of the year The woodland violets re-appear, And sky and sea, but two, which move A BRIDAL SONG. I. THE golden gates of Sleep unbar Where Strength and Beauty met together Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather. Night, with all thy stars look down, Let eyes not see their own delight; Oft renew. II. Fairies, sprites, and angels keep her! 15 1821. 5 IO And, like loveliness panting with wild desire While it trembles with fear and delight, Thou beacon of love! thou lamp of the free! To climes where now veiled by the ardour of day From waves on which weary noon, Faints in her summer swoon, Between Kingless continents sinless as Eden, Around mountains and islands inviolably Prankt on the sapphire sea. FINAL CHORUS FROM HELLAS. THE world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn : 1821. ΤΟ 15 Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam, 5 Like wrecks of a dissolving dream. A brighter Hellas rears its mountains From waves serener far; A new Peneus rolls his fountains Against the morning-star. Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught with a later prize; IQ |