IV. AFTER VISITING THE FIELD OF WATERLOO. A WINGED Goddess-clothed in vesture wrought She vanished; leaving prospect blank and cold V. BETWEEN NAMUR AND LIEGE. WHAT lovelier home could gentle Fancy choose? The Morn, that now, along the silver MEUSE, Turn from the fortified and threatening hill, From the smooth meadow-ground, serene and still! VI. AIX-LA-CHAPELLE. Was it to disenchant, and to undo, That we approached the Seat of Charlemaine? Objects of false pretence, or meanly true! If from a traveller's fortune I might claim Then would I seek the Pyrenean Breach That ROLAND clove with huge two-handed sway, Where unremitting frosts the rocky crescent bleach. ! VII. IN THE CATHEDRAL AT COLOGNE. O FOR the help of Angels to complete But faintly picture, 'twere an office meet VIII. IN A CARRIAGE, UPON THE BANKS OF THE RHINE. AMID this dance of objects sadness steals As in a fit of Thespian jollity, Beneath her vine-leaf crown the green Earth reels : Backward, in rapid evanescence, wheels The venerable pageantry of Time, Each beetling rampart, and each tower sublime, Of lurking cloistral arch, through trees espied Near the bright River's edge. Yet why repine? creep, to halt at will, to gaże— muse, to To Such sweet way-faring—of life's spring the pride, Her summer's faithful joy-that still is mine, |