1779-1852
592 The Young May Moon
THE young May moon is beaming, love,
The glow-worm’s lamp is gleaming, love;
How sweet to rove
Through Morna’s grove,
When the drowsy world is dreaming, love!
Then awake!—the heavens look bright, my dear,
’Tis never too late for delight, my dear;
And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!
Now all the world is sleeping, love,
But the Sage, his star-watch keeping, love,
And I, whose star
More glorious far
Is the eye from that casement peeping, love.
Then awake!—till rise of sun, my dear,
The Sage’s glass we’ll shun, my dear,
Or in watching the flight
Of bodies of light
He might happen to take thee for one, my dear!
593 The Light of Other Days
OFT, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber’s chain has bound me,
Fond Memory brings the light
Of other days around me:
The smiles, the tears
Of boyhood’s years,
The words of love then spoken;
The eyes that shone,
Now dimm’d and gone,
The cheerful hearts now broken!
Thus, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber’s chain has bound me,
Sad Memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
When I remember all
The friends, so link’d together,
I’ve seen around me fall
Like leaves in wintry weather,
I feel like one
Who treads alone
Some banquet-hall deserted,
Whose lights are fled,
Whose garlands dead,
And all but he departed!
Thus, in the stilly night,
Ere slumber’s chain has bound me.
Sad Memory brings the light
Of other days around me.
594 At the Mid Hour of Night
AT the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm
in
thine eye;
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air
To revisit past scenes of delight, thou
wilt come to me there,
And tell me our love is remember’d even in the sky.
Then I sing the wild song it once was rapture to hear,
When our voices commingling breathed like one
on the ear;
And as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison rolls,
I think, O my love! ’tis thy voice from
the Kingdom of
Souls
Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.