THE ISLE. THERE was a little lawny islet Like mosaic, paven: And its roof was flowers and leaves With which the clouds and mountains pave LINES. I. WE meet not as we parted, We feel more than all may see, My bosom is heavy-hearted, And thine full of doubt for me. II. That moment is gone for ever, Like lightning that flashed and died, III. That moment from time was singled -Delusion too sweet though vain! IV. Sweet lips, could my heart have hidden V. * Methinks too little cost FRAGMENT: TO THE MOON. BRIGHT wanderer, fair coquette of heaven, EPITAPH. THESE are two friends whose lives were undivided; So let their memory be, now they have glided Under the grave; let not their bones be parted, For their two hearts in life were single-hearted. TRANSLATIONS. HYMN TO MERCURY. TRANSLATED FROM THE GREEK OF HOMER. I. SING, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove, And all its pastoral hills, whom, in sweet love Bore Heaven's dread Supreme-an antique grove Shadowed the cavern where the lovers lay In the deep night, unseen by Gods or men; And white-armed Juno slumbered sweetly then. II. Now, when the joy of Jove had its fulfilling, And Heaven's tenth moon chronicled her relief, She gave to light a babe all babes excelling, And other glorious actions to achieve. III. The babe was born at the first peep of day; |