There is regret, almost remorse, 'Tis like a child's beloved corse A father watches, till at last Beauty is like remembrance cast 1820. LINES. THAT time is dead for ever, child, And stare aghast At the spectres wailing, pale and ghast, The stream we gazed on then, rolled by ; Its waves are unreturning ; But we yet stand In a lone land, Like tombs to mark the memory Of hopes and fears, which fade and flee Songs of Love. LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY. THE fountains mingle with the river, See the mountains kiss high heaven, FROM THE ARABIC. AN IMITATION. My faint spirit was sitting in the light It panted for thee like the hind at noon Thy barb whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight My heart, for my weak feet were weary soon, Ah! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed, The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove In the battle, in the darkness, in the need, Shall mine cling to thee, Nor claim one smile for all the comfort, love, THE INDIAN SERENADE. I ARISE from dreams of thee Hath led me who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! 1821. The wandering airs they faint O! beloved as thou art! O lift me from the grass! 1819. ΤΟ I FEAR thy kisses, gentle maiden, I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion, Innocent is the heart's devotion With which I worship thine. A SONG. A WIDOW bird sate mourning for her love The frozen wind crept on above, The freezing stream below. There was no leaf upon the forest bare, No flower upon the ground, And little motion in the air Except the mill-wheel's sound. 1822. LOVE AND PARTING. SHE saw me not-she heard me not-alone Upon the mountain's dizzy brink she stood; She spake not, breathed not, moved not-there was thrown Over her look, the shadow of a mood Which only clothes the heart in solitude, A thought of voiceless depth;-she stood alone, Above, the Heavens were spread ;—below, the flood Was murmuring in its caves;-the wind had blown Her hair apart, thro' which her eyes and forehead shone. |