...more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;...

...more. 2 Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the under world; Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;...

...and lilies of the valley, are the things that touch the chords. And oh ! what thoughts they stir ! " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. ***** Dear as remembcr'd kisses after death, And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign 'd On lips...

...more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the under world, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square,...

...minutes fledged with music : ' and a maid, Of those beside her, smote her harp and sang. 20 ' Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more. 30 ' Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying...

...divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn fields, , And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

...heart, ami gather to the eyes, In looking on the hnppy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that aie no more. " Fresh as the first beam glittering on a...over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; 80 sad, so fresh, the days that ar« no more. " Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...

...gather to the eyes, 3 In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that arc no more. Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks...more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns Ths earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows...

...answer, echoes, answer, dying, dying, dying. TEARS. IDLE TEARS. \Tht Prixceu, Part IV.] " TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean. Tears from the depth...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;...

...the earth, earthy. What I am about to read is from his last long poem, "The Princess:" Tears, idle it X . half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;...