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. 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: III. Misery! we have known each other, Like a sister and a brother Living in the same lone home, Many years—we must live some Hours or ages yet to come. IV. 'Tis an evil lot, and yet V. Come, be happy!-lie thee down VI. There our tent shall be the willow, Because they once were sweet, shall lull VII. Ha! thy frozen pulses flutter With a love thou darest not utter. Thou art murmuring-thou art weepingIs thine icy bosom leaping While my burning heart lies sleeping? Kiss me ; VIII. oh! thy lips are cold: Round my neck thine arms enfold- And thy tears upon my head Burn like points of frozen lead. IX. Hasten to the bridal bed Underneath the grave 'tis spread : In darkness may our love be hid, We may rest, and none forbid. X. Clasp me till our hearts be grown Till this dreadful transport may In the sleep that lasts alway. XI. We may dream, in that long sleep, Thou mayst dream of her with me. XII. Let us laugh, and make our mirth, As dogs bay the moonlight clouds, XIII. All the wide world, beside us Show like multitudinous Puppets passing from a scene; What but mockery can they mean, Where I am where thou hast been? |