The marks of that which once hath been.'
COLERIDGE'S Christabel.

FARE thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well!
Even though unforgiving, never
'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel.

Would that breast were bared before thee
Where thy head so oft hath lain,
While that placid sleep came o'er thee

Which thou ne'er canst know again:

Would that breast, by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show !

Then thou wouldst at last discover 'T was not well to spurn it so.

And when thou wouldst solace gather,

When our child's first accents flow,
Wilt thou teach her to say 'Father!'
Though his care she must forego?

When her little hands shall press thee,
When her lip to thine is press'd,
Think of him whose prayer shall bless
thee,

Think of him thy love had bless'd!

Should her lineaments resemble

Those thou nevermore may 'st see,
Then thy heart will softly tremble
With a pulse yet true to me.

All my faults perchance thou knowest,
All my madness none can know;
All my hopes, where'er thou goest,
Wither, yet with thee they go.

Every feeling hath been shaken;
Pride, which not a world could bow,
Bows to thee - by thee forsaken,
Even my soul forsakes me now:

But 't is done all words are idleWords from me are vainer still; But the thoughts we cannot bridle Force their way without the will.

Fare thee well!-thus disunited,
Torn from every nearer tie,
Sear'd in heart, and lone, and blighted,
More than this I scarce can die.

✓ STANZAS TO AUGUSTA [Publ. 1816]

THOUGH the day of my destiny 's over, And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover

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The faults which so many could find; Though thy soul with my grief was ac

quainted,

It shrunk not to share it with me, And the love which my spirit hath painted It never hath found but in thee.

Then when nature around me is smiling, The last smile which answers to mine, 10

I do not believe it beguiling,

Because it reminds me of thine;

SH

'SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY'
[Publ. 1814]

SHE walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place-

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

'OH! SNATCH'D AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM' OH! snatch'd away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear

Their leaves, the earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: