XI. No:-the venom-dipped arrows of doom XII. No:-the clouds that burst over me now Cannot ruffle thy beautiful brow ;— In its sorrows my soul may repine;— They can wake no wild echoes in thine! XIII. Let the storms of adversity lour! So that thou hast escaped from their power, They may pour forth their wrath on my head! They can break not the sleep of the dead. XIV. And the poison of Envy and Malice, THE EOLIAN HARP. Methinks it should have been impossible COLERIDGE. HARP of the winds! What music may compare Harp of the winds! When Summer's Zephyr wings Its airy flight across thy tremulous strings, As if enamoured of its breath, they move With soft low murmurs,-like the voice of Love Ere passion deepens it, or sorrow mars Its harmony with sighs!-All earthborn jars Confess thy soothing power, when strains like these, From thy bliss-breathing chords, are borne upon the breeze! But when a more pervading force compels Their sweetness into strength, and swiftly swells And spirit-stirring sense that fitful change Some strong enchantment, purposed to deceive, I may not burst its bonds !-Anon, the gale Of inarticulate melody, which seem Not music, but its shadow;-what a dream (Those who have felt alone have power to tell) Of the full heart, where love was late a guest, Ere it recovers from its sweet unrest! The charm is o'er !-Each warring thought flits by !— Quelled by that more than mortal minstrelsy, Each turbulent feeling owns its sweet controul, And peace, once more, returns, and settles on my soul Harp of the winds! Thy ever tuneful chords, No more the calm stream of his thoughts, nor bring STANZAS TO THE MEMORY OF WILLIAM POWER WATTS. AGED THREE YEARS. Sweet flower! with flowers I strew thy narrow bed! Sweets to the sweet! Farewell! SHAKSPEARE. I. A CLOUD is on my heart and brow,— The tears are in my eyes, And wishes fond,-all idle now, Are stifled into sighs; As musing on thine early doom, Thou bud of beauty, snatched to bloom, So soon, 'neath milder skies! I turn-thy painful struggle past From what thou art, to what thou wast! |