Myself will to my darling be
Both law and impulse: and with me
The girl, in rock and plain,
earth and heaven, in glade and bower,
Shall feel an overseeing power
To kindle or restrain.
She shall be sportive as the fawn
That wild with glee across the lawn
Or up the mountain
And hers shall be the breathing balm,
And hers the silence and the calm
Of mute insensate things.
The floating clouds their state shall lend
To her; for her the willow bend;
Nor shall she fail to
Even in the motions of the storm
Grace that shall mould the maidens form
By silent sympathy.
The stars of midnight shall be dear
To her; and she shall lean her ear
In many a secret place
rivulets dance their wayward round,
And beauty born of murmuring sound
Shall pass into her face.
And vital feelings of delight
Shall rear her form to stately height,
Her virgin bosom swell;
thoughts to Lucy I will give
While she and I together live
Here in this happy dell.
Thus Nature spakeThe work was done
How soon my Lucys race was run!
She died, and
left to me
This heath, this calm and quiet scene;
The memory of what has been,
And never more will be.
A SLUMBER did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemd a thing that could not feel
touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolld round in earths diurnal
With rocks, and stones, and trees.
EARTH has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth like a garment wear
The beauty of the morning; silent,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and
glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour valley, rock, or
Neer saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very
houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!
IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
adoration; the broad sun
Is sinking down in its tranquillity;
The gentleness of heaven broods oer the sea:
the mighty Being is awake,
And doth with his eternal motion make
A sound like thundereverlastingly.
Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,
If thou appear untouchd by solemn thought,
Thy nature is not
therefore less divine:
Thou liest in Abrahams bosom all the year;
And worshippst at the Temples inner
God being with thee when we know it not.
ONCE did she hold the gorgeous East in fee;
And was the safeguard of the West: the worth
Venice did not fall below her birth,
Venice, the eldest Child of Liberty.
She was a maiden City, bright and
No guile seduced, no force could violate;
And, when she took unto herself a mate,
She must espouse
the everlasting Sea.
And what if she had seen those glories fade,
Those titles vanish, and that strength
Yet shall some tribute of regret be paid
When her long life hath reachd its final day:
Men are we,
and must grieve when even the Shade
Of that which once was great is passd away.
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