Which come arrayed in thoughts of little worth, Like stars in clouds by the weak winds enwrought, But that the clouds depart and stars remain, While they remain, and ye, alas, depart! FRAGMENT: DEAD BUT NOT FORGOTTEN. AND where is truth? On tombs? for such to thee Has been my heart-and thy dead memory Has lain from childhood, many a changeful year Unchangingly preserved and buried there. FRAGMENT: "A GENTLE STORY OF TWO LOVERS YOUNG." A GENTLE story of two lovers young, Who met in innocence and died in sorrow, And of one selfish heart, whose rancour clung Like curses on them; are ye slow to borrow The lore of truth from such a tale? Or in this world's deserted vale, Do ye not see a star of gladness Pierce the shadows of its sadness, When ye are cold, that love is a light sent From heaven, which none shall quench, to cheer the innocent? FRAGMENT OF AN INCANTATION. I. WHEN a lover clasps his fairest, II. When a mother clasps her child, FRAGMENT: AN UNFINISHED TALE. ONE sung of thee who left the tale untold, Like the false dawns which perish in the bursting: Like empty cups of wrought and dædal gold, Which mock the lips with air, when they are thirsting. FRAGMENT: THE ROMAN'S CHAMBER. I. IN the cave which wild weeds cover II. It was once a Roman's chamber, FRAGMENT: ROME AND NATURE. ROME has fallen, ye see it lying Heaped in undistinguished ruin: FRAGMENT: POETRY AND MUSIC. How sweet it is to sit and read the tales FRAGMENT: THE SERPENT. WAKE the serpent not-lest he From its cradling blue-bell shaken, Through the grass with silent gliding. FRAGMENT: FITFUL RAIN. THE fitful alternations of the rain, FRAGMENT: LOVE'S ATMOSPHERE. THERE is a warm and gentle atmosphere Wrapt in the of that which is to us The health of life's own life. TO WILLIAM SHELLEY. THY little footsteps on the sands Where now the worm will feed no more: Thy mingled look of love and glee When we returned to gaze on thee. TO WILLIAM SHELLEY. (With what truth may I say- Non è più come era prima !) I. My lost William, thou in whom But beneath this pyramid1 II. Where art thou, my gentle child? The love of living leaves and weeds, Let me think that through low seeds The pyramid alluded to is the ancient tomb of Caius Cestius, which forms the principal object of the protestant burial ground at Rome where the child was buried.-ED. |