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And glistening antlers are descried,
Thine is the tranquil hour, purpureal Eve!
From worlds not quickened by the sun
A portion of the gift is won;
An intermingling of Heaven's pomp is spread On ground which British shepherds tread!
And if there be whom broken ties
Afflict, or injuries assail,
Yon hazy ridges to their eyes
Present a glorious scale,
Climbing, suffused with sunny air,
no record hath told where!
And tempting Fancy to ascend,
And with immortal Spirits blend!
Wings at my shoulders seem to play;
On those bright steps that heavenward raise
Come forth, ye drooping old men, look abroad,
And wake him with such gentle heed
As may attune his soul to meet the dower
Such hues from their celestial Urn
Were wont to stream before mine eye,
This glimpse of glory, why renewed?
Dread Power! whom peace and calmness serve
O, let thy grace remind me of the light
'Tis past, the visionary splendor fades ; And night approaches with her shades.
Note. The multiplication of mountain ridges, described at the commencement of the third Stanza of this Ode as a kind of Jacob's Ladder leading to Heaven, is produced either by watery vapors or sunny haze; -in the present instance, by the latter cause. Allusions to the Ode entitled "Intimations of Immortality" pervade the last Stanza of the foregoing Poem.
COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SHORE.
WHAT mischief cleaves to unsubdued regret,
Hearths loved in childhood, and ancestral floors;
Which with the dear Betrothed was to come,
Or in a dream recalled, whose smoothest range
A less imperious sympathy is due,
Such as my verse now yields, while moonbeams play
Such as will promptly flow from every breast,
Of wealth and power and honors, long for rest;
THE Crescent-moon, the Star of Love,
Speak one of you, my doubts remove,
TO THE MOON.
(Composed by the Sea-side, on the Coast of Cumberland.)
WANDERER! that stoop'st so low, and com'st so
To human life's unsettled atmosphere;
Who lov'st with Night and Silence to partake,
So might it seem, the cares of them that wake; And, through the cottage-lattice softly peeping, Dost shield from harm the humblest of the sleeping; What pleasure once encompassed those sweet names Which yet in thy behalf the Poet claims,
An idolizing dreamer as of yore!
I slight them all; and, on this sea-beat shore
That bid me hail thee as the SAILOR'S FRIEND; So call thee for Heaven's grace through thee made known,
By confidence supplied and mercy shown,
And for less obvious benefits, that find
Their way, with thy pure help, to heart and mind;
The aspiring Mountains and the winding Streams, Empress of Night! are gladdened by thy beams; A look of thine the wilderness pervades,
And penetrates the forest's inmost shades;