Wherefore hast thou left me now 3. As a lizard with the shade Thou with sorrow art dismayed; Reproach thee that thou art not near, 4. Let me set my mournful ditty Thou wilt come for pleasure; Pity then will cut away Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay. 5. I love all that thou lovest, Spirit of Delight! The fresh earth in new leaves dressed, Autumn evening, and the morn When the golden mists are born. 6. I love snow, and all the forms Of the radiant frost; I love waves and winds and storms, Everything almost Which is Nature's, and may be Untainted by man's misery. 7. I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise, and good. What difference? But thou dost possess 8. I love Love, though he has wings, And like light can flee; But above all other things, Thou art love and life! Oh come! LINES WRITTEN ON HEARING THE NEWS OF THE DEATH OF NAPOLEON. I. WHAT! alive and so bold, O Earth? What! leapest thou forth as of old What spark is alive on thy hearth? 3. "Who has known me of old," replied Earth, It is thou who art over-bold." And the lightning of scorn laughed forth All my sons when their knell is knolled; And so with living motion all are fed, And the quick spring like weeds out of the dead. 4. "Still alive and still bold," shouted Earth, Till by the spirit of the mighty dead My heart grew warm: I feed on whom I fed. 5. "Ay, alive and still bold," muttered Earth, In terror and blood and gold, A torrent of ruin to death from his birth. Leave the millions who follow to mould And weave into his shame, which, like the dead MUTABILITY. TIE flower that smiles to-day All that we wish to stay Tempts and then flies. Virtue how frail it is! Love how it sells poor bliss But we, though soon they fall, Whilst skies are blue and bright, Whilst eyes that change ere night Whilst yet the calm hours creep, SONNET. POLITICAL GREATNESS. NOR happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts, Shepherd those herds whom tyranny makes tame :— Verse echoes not one beating of their hearts; History is but the shadow of their shame ; Art veils her glass, or from the pageant starts, Staining that heaven with obscene imagery On vanquished will, quelling the anarchy LINES. IF I walk in Autumn's even Itself indifferent. But, not to speak of love, pity alone Can break a spirit already more than bent. The miserable one Turns the mind's poison into food,— Its medicine is tears,-its evil good. 3. Therefore, if now I see you seldomer, Dear friends, dear friend! know that I only fly Griefs that should sleep, and hopes that cannot die : The very comfort that they minister I scarce can bear; yet I, So deeply is the arrow gone, Should quickly perish if it were withdrawn. Of acting a forced part in life's dull scene,- Of author, great or mean, In the world's carnival. I sought Peace thus, and but in you I found it not. 5. Full half an hour, to-day, I tried my lot With various flowers, and every one still said, And if this meant a vision long since fled- To speak what you may know too well)— Still there was truth in the sad oracle. 6. The crane o'er seas and forests seeks her home; When it no more would roam; Where my weak heart and all its throbs will cease. 7. I asked her yesterday if she believed That I had resolution. One who had Would ne'er have thus relieved His heart with words,-but what his judgment bad To send to you, but that I know, Happy yourself, you feel another's woe. ΤΟ ONE word is too often profaned One feeling too falsely disdained One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother; I can give not what men call love : From the sphere of our sorrow? ΤΟ WHEN passion's trance is overpast It were enough to feel, to see, After the slumber of the year The woodland violets re-appear; All things revive in field or grove, And sky and sea, but two, which move And form all others, life and love.. A BRIDAL SONG. THE golden gates of Sleep unbar, Where Strength and Beauty, met together, Kindle their image, like a star In a sea of glassy weather. Night, with all thy stars look down— Darkness, weep thy holiest dew! Never smiled the inconstant moon On a pair so true. |