And, with the light and odour of its bloom, Which moves not 'mid the moving heavens alone If I had but a friend! why I have three, A lovely soul, formed to be blessed and bless; A lute, which those whom love has taught to play II. AND who feels discord now or sorrow? These are the slaves of dim to-morrow, Darkening Life's labyrinthine way. III. TO WILLIAM SHELLEY. THY little footsteps on the sands Where now the worm will feed no more: IV. A GENTLE story of two lovers young, Do ye not see a star of gladness Pierce the shadows of its sadness, When ye are cold, that love is a light sent From heaven, which none shall quench, to chee the innocent? I AM drunk with the honey wine Which fairies catch in hyacinth bowls : The bats, the dormice, and the moles And when 'tis spilt on the summer earth Their jocund dreams are full of mirth, VI. YE gentle visitations of calm thought, worth, Like stars in clouds by the weak winds enwrought, But that the clouds depart and stars remain, While they remain, and ye, alas, depart! VII. THE world is dreary, And I am weary Of wandering on without thee, Mary; In thy voice and thy smile, And 'tis gone, when I should be gone too, Mary. 1819. VIII. My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone, Thou sittest on the hearth of pale despair, Where For thine own sake I cannot follow thee. 1819. IX. WHEN a lover clasps his fairest, When a mother clasps her child, She remains, it fades away. X. ONE sung of thee who left the tale untold, Like the false dawns which perish in the burst ing; Like empty cups of wrought and dædal gold, Which mock the lips with air, when they are thirsting. XI. AND where is truth? On tombs? for such to thee XII. IN the cave which wild weeds cover It was once a Roman's chamber, XIII. THERE is a warm and gentle atmosphere The health of life's own life. XIV. How sweet it is to sit and read the tales Of mighty poets, and to hear the while Sweet music, which when the attention fails Fills the dim pause! XV. WHAT men gain fairly-that they should And children may inherit idleness, possess From him who earns it-this is understood; |