Blue isles and snowy mountains wear Like many a voice of one delight, II. I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown; Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown: The lightning of the noon-tide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. III. Alas! I have nor hope nor health, And walked with inward glory crowned- IV. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; V. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. AUTUMN: A DIRGE. I. THE warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the year On the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying. Come, months, come away, From November to May, In your saddest array; Of the dead cold year, And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre. II. The chill rain is falling, the nipt worm is crawling, For the year; The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone To his dwelling; Come, months, come away; Put on white, black, and grey; Let your light sisters play Ye, follow the bier Of the dead cold year, And make her grave green with tear on tear. THE MASK WRITTEN ON THE OCCASION OF THE MASSACRE As I lay asleep in Italy I. There came a voice from over the Sea, II. I met Murder on the way- III. All were fat; and well they might For one by one, and two by two, IV. Next came Fraud, and he had on, V. And the little children, who Had their brains knocked out by them. VI. Clothed with the Bible, as with light, And the shadows of the night, Like Sidmouth, next, Hypocrisy VOL. II. с VII. And many more Destructions played VIII. Last came Anarchy: he rode On a white horse, splashed with blood; IX. And he wore a kingly crown; X. With a pace stately and fast, XI. And a mighty troop around, With their trampling shook the ground, Waving each a bloody sword, For the service of their Lord. XII. And with glorious triumph, they Of the wine of desolation. XIII. O'er fields and towns, from sea to sea, XIV. And each dweller, panic-stricken, XV. For with pomp to meet him came, XVI. "We have waited, weak and lone "For thy coming, Mighty One! "Our purses are empty, our swords are cold. "Give us glory, and blood, and gold." XVII. Lawyers and priests, a motley crowd, XVIII. Then all cried with one accord, "Thou art King, and God, and Lord.; "Anarchy, to thee we bow, "Be thy name made holy now!" XIX. And Anarchy, the Skeleton, Bowed and grinned to every one, As well as if his education Had cost ten millions to the nation, XX. For he knew the Palaces Of our Kings were nightly his; XXI. So he sent his slaves before To seize upon the Bank and Tower, XXII. When one fled past, a maniac maid, |