A bold pilot I trow, Who should follow us now," And she cried : 66 Ply the oar ! As she spoke, bolts of death Mixed with hail, specked their path O'er the sea. And from isle, tower and rock, From the lee. III. "And fear'st thou, and fear'st thou? And see'st thou, and hear'st thou? And drive we not free O'er the terrible sea, I and thou?" While around the lashed Ocean, IV. In the court of the fortress Like a blood-hound well beaten, The bridegroom stands, eaten By shame ; On the topmost watch-turret, Seems tame; And with curses as wild He devotes to the blast Of his name! SONG. I. RARELY, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a weary night and day 'Tis since thou art fled away. II. How shall ever one like me Win thee back again? With the joyous and the free Spirit false thou hast forgot All but those who need thee not. III. As a lizard with the shade Of a trembling leaf, Thou with sorrow art dismayed; Even the sighs of grief Reproach thee, that thou art not near, And reproach thou wilt not hear. IV. Let me set my mournful ditty Thou wilt never come for pity, Thou wilt come for pleasure. Pity then will cut away Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay. V. I love all that thou lovest, Spirit of Delight! The fresh Earth in new leaves drest, And the starry night; Autumn evening, and the morn When the golden mists are born. VI. I love snow, and all the forms Of the radiant frost ; I love waves, and winds, and storms, Every thing almost Which is Nature's, and may be Untainted by man's misery. VII. I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise and good; Between thee and me What difference? but thou dost possess The things I seek, not love them less. VIII. I love Love though he has wings, And like light can flee, But above all other things, Spirit, I love thee Thou art love and life! O come, Make once more my heart thy home. ΤΟ MUSIC, when soft voices die, Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; |