And hope of endless peace in me grew But Thee1, deep buried in the silent tomb, bold: That spot which no vicissitude can find? eaven-born, the Soul a heavenward Love, faithful love, recalled thee to my Course must hold; legend the visible world she soars to seek For what delights the sense is false and weak) Form, the universal mould. mind 5 But how could I forget thee? Through what power, Even for the least division of an hour, 9 se man, I affirm, can find no rest that which perishes: nor will he lend heart to aught which doth on time depend. sense, unbridled will, and not true Save one, one only, when I stood forlove, Was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore, II lorn, kills the soul: love betters what Knowing my heart's best treasure was no is best, more; en here below, but more in heaven That neither present time, nor years un above. Pleasing remembrance of a thought fore- And worshipp'st at the Temple's im gone; A lovely Beauty in a summer grave! XXIX. NOVEMBER, 1836. II. [Composed November, 1836.-Published 1837.] EVEN So for me a Vision sanctified The sway of Death; long ere mine eyes had seen Thy countenance-the still rapture of thy mien When thou, dear Sister! wert become No trace of pain or languor could abide 5 Wan cheek at once was privileged to A loveliness to living youth denied. The bright assurance, visibly return: to mourn. XXX. [Composed August, 1802.-Published 1807.] IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free,Some lying fast at anchor in the road," The holy time is quiet as a Nun 5 Listen! the mighty Being is awake, If thou appear untouched by solemn Some veering up and down, one ka not why. A goodly Vessel did I then espy 10 No tarrying; where She comes the win Thy nature is not therefore less divine: XXXIII. [Composed?.-Published 1807.] Where even the motion of an Angel's wing Would interrupt the intense tranquillity THE world is too much with us; late and Of silent hills, and more than silent sky. Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; 10 might I, standing on this pleasant lea, lave glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Lave sight of Proteus rising from the sea; XXXIV. VOLANT Tribe of Bards on earth are Tho, while the flattering Zephyrs round them play, In "coignes of vantage" hang their nests of clay; Who may respect my name that I to thee Low quickly from that aery hold un- Owed many years of early liberty. bound, This care was thine when sickness did condemn Thy youth to hopeless wasting, root and stem Fast for oblivion! To the solid ground 5 nature trusts the Mind that builds for aye; 5 bonvinced that there, there only, she can That I, if frugal and severe, might stray lay Where'er I liked; and finally array ecure foundations. As the year runs My temples with the Muse's diadem. Hence, if in freedom I have loved the round, part she toils within the chosen ring; While the stars shine, or while day's It gladdens me, O worthy, short-lived, Such place to me is sometimes like Youth! dream To think how much of this will be thy Or map of the whole world: thought Shakspeare unlocked his heart; the [Composed December 1815.-Published Febru melody 4, 1816 (The Champion); March 31, 1816 (1 Examiner); vol. of 1816. HIGH is our calling, Friend!-Creati |