It trembles, but it never fades away; Go to the [ You, being changed, will find it then as now. By darkest barriers of enormous cloud, I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way, Mixed with a sound of waters murmuring Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling Its green arms round the bosom of the stream, But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream. There grew pied wind-flowers and violets, Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the earth, The constellated flower that never sets; Faint oxlips; tender bluebells, at whose birth The sod scarce heaved; and that tall flower that wets Its mother's face with heaven-collected tears, When the low wind its playmate's voice it hears. And in the warm hedge grew lush eglantine, Green cow-bind and the moonlight-coloured May, And cherry blossoms, and white-cups, whose wine Was the bright dew yet drained not by the day; And wild roses, and ivy serpentine, With its dark buds and leaves, wandering astray; And flowers azure, black and streaked with gold, Fairer than any wakened eyes behold, And nearer to the river's trembling edge [white, There grew broad flag flowers, purple, prankt with And starry river buds among the sedge, And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge With moonlight beams of their own watery light, And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep green As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen. Methought that of these visionary flowers I made a nosegay, bound in such a way -00 THE TWO SPIRITS AN ALLEGORY. 1st Spi. O Thou, who plumed with strong desire Wouldst float above the earth, beware! A shadow tracks thy flight of fire Night is coming! Bright are the regions of the air, 2nd Spi. The deathless stars are bright above; And that is day! And the moon will smile with gentle light The meteors will linger round my flight, 1st Spi. But if the whirlwinds of darkness waken The red swift clouds of the hurricane 2nd Spi. I see the light, and I hear the sound; Some say, there is a precipice Where one vast pine is frozen to ruin O'er piles of snow and chasms of ice Mid Alpine mountains: And that the languid storm pursuing Some say, when nights are dry and clear, LINES TO AN INDIAN AIR. Has led me-who knows how? The wandering airs they faint They were two cousins, almost like to twins, Nature had razed their love-which could not be But by dissevering their nativity. And so they grew together, like two flowers Upon one stem, which the same beams and showers Lull or awaken in their purple prime, Which the same hand will gather-the same clime Within whose bosom and whose brain now glow He faints, dissolved into a sense of love: -00- A BRIDAL SONG. The golden gates of sleep unhar 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,- et eyes not see their own delight;- Fairies, sprites, and angels, keep her. And return to wake the sleeper, joy. O fear! what will be done Come along! |