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
As to oblivion their blind millions fleet,
Staining that Heaven with obscene imagery
Of their own likeness. What are numbers, knit
By force or custom? Man who man would be,
Must rule the empire of himself ! in it
Must be supreme, establishing his throne
On vanquished will, quelling the anarchy
Of hopes and fears, being himself alone.

O WORLD! O life! O time!
On whose last steps I climb,

Trembling at that where I had stood before;
When will return the glory of your prime ?

No more-Oh, never more !

Out of the day and night
A joy has taken flight:

Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar,
Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight

No more-Oh, never more!

LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR.

I ARISE from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright.
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Has led me -who knows how ?
To thy chamber window, sweet!

The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream-
The champak odours fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies

upon

her heart, As I must die on thine, O beloved as thou art !

O lift me from the grass !
I die, I faint, I fail !
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas !
My heart beats loud and fast,
Oh!

press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last.

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.
Let eyes not see their own delight ;-
Haste, swift Hour, and thy flight

Oft renew.

Fairies, sprites, and angels, keep her!

Holy stars, permit no wrong!
And return to wake the sleeper,

Dawn,-ere it be long.
O joy! O fear! what will be done
In the absence of the sun!

Come along!

TO

WHEN passion's trance is overpast,
If tenderness and truth could last
Or live, whilst all wild feelings keep
Some mortal slumber, dark and deep,
I should not weep, I should not weep !

It were enough to feel, to see
Thy soft eyes gazing tenderly,
And dream the rest—and burn and be
The secret food of fires unseen,
Couldst thou but be as thou hast been.

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 for all others, life and love.

GOOD-NIGHT? ah! no; the hour is ill

Which severs those it should unite; Let us remain together still,

Then it will be good night.

How can I call the lone night good,

Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight? Be it not said, thought, understood,

That it will be good night.

To hearts which near each other move

From evening close to morning light, The night is good ; because, my love,

They never say good-night.

MUSIC.

I Pant for the music which is divine,

My heart in its thirst is a dying flower ; Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine,

Loosen the notes in a silver shower; Like a herbless plain for the gentle rain, I gasp, I faint, till they wake again.

Let me drink of the spirit of that sweet sound,

More, O more !—I am thirsting yet,
It loosens the serpent which care has bound

Upon my heart, to stifle it;
The dissolving strain, through every vein,
Passes into my heart and brain.

As the scent of a violet withered up,

Which grew by the brink of a silver lake, When the hot noon has drained its dewy cup,

And mist there was none its thirst to slakeAnd the violet lay dead while the odour flew On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue

As one who drinks from a charmed cup

Of foaming, and sparkling, and murmuring wine, Whom, a mighty Enchantress filling up,

Invites to love with her kiss divine.

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