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,
Then 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.
WHERE art thou, beloved, To-morrow? Whom young and old and strong and weak,
Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow,
Thy sweet smiles we ever seek,—
In thy place-ah! well-a-day!
We find the thing we fled-To-day.
THEY die-the dead return not-Misery
Sits near an open grave and calls them over,
A Youth with hoary hair and haggard eye-
They are the names of kindred, friend, and lover,
Which he so feebly called-they all are gone!
Fond wretch, all dead, those vacant names alone,
This most familiar scene, my pain-
These tombs alone remain.
Misery, my sweetest friend-oh! weep no more!
Thou wilt not be consoled-I wonder not!
For I have seen thee from thy dwelling's door
Watch the calm sunset with them, and this spot
Was even as bright and calm, but transitory,
And now thy hopes are gone, thy hair is hoary;
This most familiar scene, my pain-
These tombs alone remain.
OH, world! oh, life! oh, 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- —O, 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
THE fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle-
Why not I with thine?
See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother:
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea,
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?
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