Her father watched, she turned her eyes Though on all other things with looks inaway; She recognized no being, and no spot, However dear, or cherished in their day; tense They changed from room to room, but all Food she refused, and raiment; no preforgot, Gentle, but without memory, she lay; 510 At length those eyes, which they would fain be weaning Back to old thoughts, waxed full of fearful meaning. tence The day becomes more solemn and serene When noon is past-there is a harmony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, 75 Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply 80 Its calm-to one who worships thee, To fear himself, and love all human kind. The lone and level sands stretch far away. ODE TO THE WEST WIND I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear! II Thou on whose stream, 'mid the steep sky's commotion, 15 Thy voice, and suddenly grow gray with fear, And tremble and despoil themselves: oh hear! IV If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, 45 |