With music and sweet showers Of festal flowers, Unto the dwelling she must sway. Well hast thou done, great artist Memory, In setting round thy first experiment With royal frame-work of wrought gold; Place it, where sweetest sunlight falls For the discovery And newness of thine art so pleased thee, Or boldest since, but lightly weighs With thee unto the love thou bearest On the prime labour of thine early days: No matter what the sketch might be ; Whether the high field on the bushless Pike, Or even a sand-built ridge Of heaped hills that mound the sea,, Overblown with murmurs harsh, Or even a lowly cottage whence we see Stretch'd wide and wild the waste enormous marsh, Where from the frequent bridge, Like emblems of infinity, The trenched waters run from sky to sky; Or a garden bower'd close With plaited alleys of the trailing rose, Long alleys falling down to twilight grots, Or opening upon level plots Of crowned lilies, standing near Whither in after life retired With youthful fancy reinspired, We may hold converse with all forms And those whom passion hath not blinded, My friend, with you to live alone, A crown, a sceptre, and a throne ! SONG. I. A SPIRIT haunts the year's last hours For at eventide, listening earnestly, At his work you may hear him sob and sigh In the walks ;. Earthward he boweth the heavy stalks Of the mouldering flowers : Heavily hangs the broad sunflower Over its grave i' the earth so chilly; Heavily hangs the hollyhock, 2. The air is damp, and hush'd, and close, As a sick man's room when he taketh repose My very heart faints and my whole soul grieves Of the fading edges of box beneath, And the year's last rose. Heavily hangs the broad sunflower ADELINE. I. MYSTERY of mysteries, Faintly smiling Adeline, Scarce of earth nor all divine, Thy rose-lips and full blue eyes Take the heart from out my breast. Wherefore those dim looks of thine, Shadowy, dreaming Adeline? 2. Whence that aery bloom of thine, Looks thro' in his sad decline, Of a maiden past away, Wherefore those faint smiles of thine, 3. What hope or fear or joy is thine? For sure thou art not all alone: Do beating hearts of salient springs Keep measure with thine own? Hast thou heard the butterflies What they say betwixt their wings? With what voice the violet woos To his heart the silver dews? Or when little airs arise, How the merry bluebell rings To the mosses underneath? Hast thou look'd upon the breath Of the lilies at sunrise? Wherefore that faint smile of thine, 4. Some honey-converse feeds thy mind, In love with thee forgets to close His curtains, wasting odorous sighs All night long on darkness blind. What aileth thee? whom waitest thou With thy soften'd, shadow'd brow, And those dew-lit eyes of thine, Thou faint smiler, Adeline? 5. Lovest thou the doleful wind When thou gazest at the skies? Wander from the side of the morn, On thy pillow, lowly bent With melodious airs lovelorn, And ye talk together still, A CHARACTER. 7ITH a half-glance upon the sky WITH At night he said, "The wanderings Of this most intricate Universe Teach me the nothingness of things." |