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By the glory of the sky:
Be it love, light, harmony,
Odour, or the soul of all
Which from heaven like dew doth fall,
Or the mind which feeds this verse
Peopling the lone universe.

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Noon descends, and after noon
Autumn's evening meets me soon,
Leading the infantine moon,
And that one star, which to her
Almost seems to minister
Half the crimson light she brings
From the sunset's radiant springs :
And the soft dreams of the morn,
(Which like winged winds had borne
To that silent isle, which lies
'Mid remembered agonies,
The frail bark of this lone being,)
Pass, to other sufferers fleeing,
And its ancient pilot, Pain,
Sits beside the helm again.

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Other flowering isles must be
In the sea of life and agony:
Other spirits float and flee
O'er that gulph: even now, perhaps,
On some rock the wild wave wraps,
With folded wings they waiting sit
For my bark, to pilot it
To some calm and blooming cove,
Where for me, and those I love,
May a windless bower be built,
Far from passion, pain, and guilt,
In a dell 'mid lawny hills,
Which the wild sea-murmur fills,
And soft sunshine, and the sound

Of old forests echoing round,
And the light and smeli divine

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Of all flowers that breathe and shine:
We may live so happy there,
That the spirits of the air,
Envying us, may even entice
To our healing paradise
The polluting multitude;
But their rage would be subdued
By that clime divine and calm,
And the winds whose wings rain balm
On the uplifted soul, and leaves - 360
Under which the bright sea heaves;
While each breathless interval
In their whisperings musical
The inspired soul supplies
With its own deep melodies,
And the love which heals all strife
Circling, like the breath of life,
All things in that sweet abode
With its own mild brotherhood :
They, not it, would change; and soon 370
Every sprite beneath the moon
Would repent its envy vain,
And the earth grow young again.

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The awful shadow of some unseen Power

Floats though unseen amongst us,—visiting

This various world with as inconstant wing As summer winds that creep from flower to

flower,—. Like moonbeams that behind some piny moun

tain shower,
It visits with inconstant glance

Each human heart and countenance;
Like hues and harnionies of evening,

Like clouds in starlight widely spread,-
Like memory of music fled,

Like aught that for its grace may be
Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery.

2. Spirit of BEAUTY, that dost consecrate With thine own hues all thou dost shine

upon Of human thought or form,—where art thou

gone? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and deso

late ?
Ask why the sunlight not for ever

Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain river, Why aught should fail and fade that once is

shown,

Why fear and dream and death and birth
Cast on the daylight of this earth

Such gloom,—why man has such a scope For love and hate, despondency and hope ?

No voice from some sublimer world hath ever

To sage or poet these responses given-
Therefore the names of Dæmon, Ghost, and

Heaven,
Remain the records of their vain endeavour,
Frail spells--whose uttered charm might not

avail to sever,
From all we hear and all we see,

Doubt, chance, and mutability..
Thy light alone-like mist o'er mountains

driven, Or music by the night wind sent, Through strings of some still instrument,

Or moonlight on a midnight stream, Gives grace and truth to life's unquiet dream.

4.

Love, Hope, and Self-esteem, like clouds depart

And come, for some uncertain moments lent,

Man were immortal, and omnipotent,
Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art,
Keep with thy glorious train firm state within

his heart.
Thou messenger of sympathies,

That wax and wane in lovers' eyes-
Thou—that to human thought art nourishment,

Like darkness to a dying flame!
Depart not as thy shadow came, .

Depart not-lest the grave should be, · Like life and fear, a dark reality.

5.

While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and

ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pur

suing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our

youth is fed,
I was not heard—I saw them not-

When musing deeply on the lot
Of life, at the sweet time when winds are

wooing
All vital things that wake to bring
News of birds and blossoming,

Sudden, thy shadow fell on me;
I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy!

6. I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine—have I not kept the

vow? With beating heart and streaming eyes, even

now I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave: they have in

visioned bowers
Of studious zeal or love's delight

Outwatched with me the envious nightThey know that never joy illumed my brow

Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst free
This world from its dark slavery,

That thou-O awful LOVELINESS, Wouldst give whate'er these words cannot

express.

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