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“More dimly than a day-appearing Round the high moon in a bright sea of dream,

air; The ghost of a forgotten form of sleep; And more did follow, with exulting A light of heaven, whose half-extin hymn, guished beam

“The chariot and the captives fettered “ Through the sick day in which we

there :wake to weep,

But all like bubbles on an eddying flood Glimmers, for ever sought, for ever lost ; Fell into the same track at last, and So did that shape its obscure tenour were keep

“ Borne onward.—I among the multi“ Beside my path, as silent as a ghost; |

tude But the new Vision, and the cold bright | Was swept-me, sweetest flowers de. car,

layed not long; With solemn speed and stunning music, Me, not the shadow nor the solitude ;

crost “The forest, and as if from some dread |

“Me, not that falling stream's Lethean N

song; war

Me, not the phantom of that early form, Triumphantly returning, the loud million

Which moved upon its motion -- but Fiercely extolled the fortune of her star.

among “A moving arch of victory, the ver

" " The thickest billows of that living milion And green and azure plumes of Iris had

storm Built high over her wind - winged pa1 plunged, and bared my bosom to the

clime vilion,

Of that cold light, whose airs too soon “ And underneath ethereal glory clad

deform. The wilderness, and far before her flew The tempest of the splendour, which

“ Before the chariot had begun to climb sorbade

The opposing steep of that mysterious

dell, “ Shadow to fall from leaf and stone; | Behold a wonder worthy of the rhyme

the crew Seemed in that light, like atomies to “Of him who from the lowest depths dance

of hell, Within a sunbeam;—some upon the new Through every paradise and through all “ Embroidery of flowers, that did en- l. glory, hance

Love led serene, and who returned to

tell The grassy vesture of the desert, played, Forgetful of the chariot's swist advance; “The words of hate and awe; the won. “Others stood gazing, till within the

drous story shade

How all things are transfigured except Of the great mountain its light left them

Love;

For deaf as is a sea, which wrath makes Others outspeeded it; and others made

hoary, “Circles around it, like the clouds that “ The world can hear not the sweet swim

notes that move

dim;

snow

The sphere whose light is melody to To reassume the delegated power, lovers

Arrayed in which those wonins did A wonder worthy of his rhyme.—The | monarchise, grove

“Who made this earth their charnel. “Grew dense with shadows to its inmost Others more covers,

Ilumble, like falcons, sate upon the fist The earth was gray with phantoms, and Of common men, and round their heads the air

did soar; Was pcopled with dim forms, as when

| “ Or like small gnats and flies, as thick there hovers

as mist "A flock of vampire- bats before the On evening marshes, thronged about glare

the brow Of the tropic sun, bringing, ere evening, or lawyers, statesmen, priest and Strange night upon some Indian isle;

theorist ;thus were

“And others, like discoloured flakes of “ Phantoms diffused around; and some did Aing

| On fairest bosoms and the sunniest hair, Shadows of shadows, yet unlike them. Fell, and were melted by the youthsul selves,

glow Behind them; some like caglets on the .. wing

" Which they extinguished; and, like

tears, they were “ Were lost in the white day; others A veil to those from whose faint lids like elves

they rained Danced in a thousand unimagined shapes In drops of sorrow. I became aware Upon the sunny streams and grassy shelves;

“Of whence those forms proceeded

which thus stained “ And others sate chattering like restless | The track in which we moved. After apes

brief space, On vulgar hands, : ::

From every form the beauty slowly Some made a cradle of the ermined

waned; capes

“From every firmest limb and fairest “Of kingly mantles; some across the face tiar

The strength and freshness fell like dust, or pontiffs sate like vultures; others

I and left played

The action and the shape without the Under the crown which girt with em

grace pire

“Of life. The marble brow of youth “A baby's or an idiot's brow, and was clest made

With care; and in those eyes where Their nests in it. The old anatomies

once hope shone, Sate hatching their bare broods under Desire, like a lioness berest the shade

“Of her last cub, glared ere it died; “Of dæmon wings, and laughed from vings, and laughed from

each one their dead eyes

| Or that great crowd sent forth incessantly day

These shadows, numerous as the dead

EARLY POEMS leaves blown

STANZA, WRITTEN AT “ In autumn evening from a poplar tree. Each like himself and like each other

BRACKNELL were

Thy dewy looks sink in my breast; At first; but some distorted seemed to Thy gentle words stir poison there; be

Thou hast disturbed the only rest “Obscure clouds, moulded by the casual

That was the portion of despair !

Subdued to Duty's hard control, air; And of this stuff the car's creative ray

I could have borne my wayward lot :

| The chains that bind this ruined soul Wrought all the busy phantoms that

Had cankered then-but crushed it were there,

not. “ As the sun shapes the clouds; thus on the way

STANZAS.-April 1814 Mask after mask fell from the counten.

AWAY! the moor is dark beneath the ance

moon, And form of all; and long before the

| Rapid clouds have drank the last pale

beam of even : “ Was old, the joy which waked like Away! the gathering winds will call heaven's glance

the darkness soon, The sleepers in the oblivious valley, And profoundest midnight shroud the died;

serene lights of heaven. And some grew weary of the ghastly | dance,

| Pause not! The time is past! Every

voice cries, Away! “ And sell, as I have fallen, by the way. |

| Tempt not with one last tear thy

Tem side;

friend's ungentle mood: Those soonest from whose forms most Thy love

ost | Thy lover's eye, so glazed and cold, shadows past,

dares not entreat thy stay: And least of strength and beauty did

Duty and dereliction guide thee back

Duty and derelictis abide.

to solitude. “Then, what is life? I cried.”—

| Away, away! to thy sad and silent

home; CANCELLED OPENING OF Pour bitter tears on its desolated “THE TRIUMPH OF LIFE”

hearth;

Watch the dim shades as like ghosts Out of the eastern shadow of the Earth,

they go and come, Amid the clouds upon its margin gray And complicate strange webs of Scattered by Night to swathe in its bright

melancholy mirth. birth

The leaves of wasted autumn woods In gold and fleecy snow the infant shall float around thine head: Day,

The blooms of dewy spring shall The glorious Sun uprose : beneath his gleam beneath thy feet: light,

But thy soul or this world must fade in The earth and all , ...

the frost that binds the dead,

IV

Ere midnight's frown and morning's

smile, ere thou and peace may Upon my heart thy accents sweet
meet.

Of peace and pity sell like dew
The cloud shadows of midnight possess

On flowers half dead ;-thy lips did meet their own repose,

Mine tremblingly; thy dark eyes threw For the weary winds are silent, or the

| Their soft persuasion on my brain, moon is in the deep:

Charming away its dream of pain. Some respite to its turbulence unresting

ocean knows; Whatever moves, or toils, or grieves, We are not happy, sweet! our state hath its appointed sleep.

Is strange and full of doubt and sear; Thou in the grave shalt rest-yet till

More need of words that ills abate ;

" Reserve or censure come not near the phantoms flee Which that house and heath and garden

Our sacred friendship, lest there be

No solace left for thee and me. made dear to thee erewhile, Thy remembrance, and repentance, and

deep musings are not free From the music of two voices and Gentle and good and mild thou art, the light of one sweet smile. Nor can I live if thou appear

Aught but thyself, or turn thine heart

Away from me, or stoop to wear TO MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT The mask of scorn, although it be GODWIN

| To hide the love thou feel'st for me.

VI

thrown

MINE eyes were dim with tears unshed;
Yes, I was firm-thus wert not thou ;-

TO
My baffled looks did fear yet dread Yet look on me- take not thine eyes
To meet thy looks-I could not know

away, How anxiously they sought to shine | Which feed upon the love within With soothing pity upon mine.

mine own, Which is indeed but the reflected ray

of thine own beauty from my spirit To sit and curb the soul's mute rage Which preys upon itself alone;

Yet speak to me-thy voice is as the To curse the life which is the cage

tone Of lettered grief that dares not groan, of my heart's echo, and I think I hear Hiding from many a careless eye

That thou yet lovest me; yet thou The scorned load of agony.

Like one before a mirror, without care

Of aught but thine own features, imaged Whilst thou alone, then not regarded,

there; The

thou alone should be, And yet I wear out life in watching To spend years thus, and be rewarded, thee;

As thou, sweet love, requited me A toil so sweet at times, and thog When none were near-Oh! I did wake indeed From torture for that moment's sake. Art kind when I am sick, and pity me.

alone

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MUTABILITY

And the billows of cloud that around We are as clouds that veil the midnight

thee roll

Shall sleep in the light of a wondrous moon;

day,
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, Where hell and heaven shall leave thee
and quiver,

free
Streaking the darkness radiantlykyet | To the universe of destiny.

soon
Night closes round, and they are lost This world is the nurse of all we know,
for ever :

This world is the mother of all we feel,

| And the coming of death is a fearsul blow Or like forgotten lyres, whose dissonant

To a brain unencompassed with nerves strings

of steel;
Give various response to each varying When all that we know, or feel, or see,
blast,

Shall pass like an unreal mystery.
To whose frail frame no second motion
brings

The secret things of the grave are there,
One mood or modulation like the last. | Where all but this frame must surely

Where all but this frame n
We rest.-A dream has power to poison Though the fine-wrought eye and the

be,
sleep;
We rise. - One wandering thought

wondrous ear

No longer will live to hear or to see pollutes the day; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or in the boundless realm

All that is great and all that is strange

of unending weep;

change.
Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares
away:

Who telleth a tale of unspeaking death?
It is the same !- For, be it joy or sorrow,

Who listeth the veil of what is to come ? The path of its departure still is free:

| Who painteth the shadows that are Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his

beneath

The wide-winding caves of the peopled morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.

tomb?

| Or uniteth the hopes of what shall be ON DEATH

| With the sears and the love for that

which we see?
THERE IS NO WORK, NOR DEVICE, NOR KNOW-
LEDGE, NOR WISDOM, IN THE GRAVE, WIIITHER
THOU GOEST.

Ecclesiastes.
THE pale, the cold, and the moony smile

JA SUMMER EVENING CHURCH-
Which the meteor beam of a starless

YARD,
night

LECHLADE, GLOUCESTERSHIRE
Sheds on a lonely and sea-girt isle,
Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted THE

ubted | The wind has swept from the wide light,

atmosphere Is the Name of life so fickle and wan Each vapour that obscured the sunset's That flits round our steps till their

ray; strength is gone.

And pallid evening twines its beaming

hair O man! hold thee on in courage of sou! In duskier braids around the languid Through the stormy shades of thy eyes of day: worldly way,

| Silence and twilight, unbeloved of men,

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