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TAE awful shadow of some unseen Power

Floats tho' unseen among us; visiting

This various world with as inconstant wing
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower.
Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain

It visits with inconstant glance

Each human heart and countenance ;
Like hues and harmonies of evening,

Like clouds in starlight widely spread,
Like memory of music fled,

Like aught that for its grace may be
Dear, and yet dearer for its mystery-

Spirit of Beauty, that dost consecrate

With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon

Of human thought or form, where art thou gone i Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate

Ask why the sunlight not for ever

Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain river ;
Why aught should fail and fade that once is shown

Why fear and dream and death and birth
Cast on the daylight of this earth

Such gloom ; why man has such a scope For love and hate, despondency and hope.

No voice from some sublimer world hath ever

To sage or poet these responses given ; Therefore the names of Demon, Ghost, and

Remain the records of their vain endeavor ;
Frail spells, whose uttered charm might not avail

to sever,
From all we hear and all we see,

Doubt, chance, and mutability.
Thy light alone, like mist o'er mountains driven,

Or music by the night wind sent
Through strings of some still instrument,

Or moonlight on a midnight stream,
Gives grace and truth to life's unquiet dream.

Love, Hope, and Self-esteem, like clouds, depart

And come, for some uncertain moments lent.

Man were immortal and omnipotent,
Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art,
Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his

Thou messenger of sympathies

"That wax and wane in lovers' eyes ;
Thou, that to human thought art nourishment,

Like darkness to a dying flame!
Depart not as thy shadow came ;

Depart not, lest the grave should be,
Like life and fear, a dark reality.

While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped

Thro' many a listening chamber, cave, and ruin,

And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing
Hopes of high talk with the departed dead;
I called on poisonous names with which our youth

is fed.
I was not heard, I saw them not ;

When musing deeply on the lot
Of life, at that sweet time when winds are wooing

All vital things that wake to bring
News of birds and blossoming,

Sudden, thy shadow fell on me;
I shrieked, and clasped my hands in ecstasy!

I vowed that I would dedicate my powers

To thee and thine : have I not kept the vow ? With beating heart and streaming eyes, even


I call the phantoms of a thousand hours
Each from his voiceless grave: they have in

visioned bowers
Of studious zeal or love's delight

Outwatched with me the envious night :
They know that never joy illumèd my brow,

Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst free
This world from its dark slavery,

That thou, O awful LOVELINESS,
Wouldst give whate'er these words cannot express

The day becomes more solemn and serene

When noon is past: there is a harmony

In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, Which thro’ the summer is not heard nor seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been !

Thus let thy power, which like the truth

Of nature on my passive youth
Descended, to my onward life supply

Its calm, to one who worships thee,
And every form containing thee,

Whom, Spirit fair, thy spells did bind
To fear himself, and love all human kind.




TIe everlasting universe of things
Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves,
Now dark, now glittering—now reflecting gloom-
Now lending splendour, where from secret springs
The source of human thought its tribute brings
Of waters,—with a sound but half its own,
Such as a feeble brook will oft assume
In the wild woods, among the mountains lone,
Where waterfalls around it leap forever,
Where woods and winds contend, and a vast river
Over its rocks ceaselessly bursts and raves.


Thus thou, Ravine of Arve--dark, deep Ravine-
Thou many-coloured, many-vcicèd vale,
Over whose pines and crags and caverns sail
Fast clouds, shadows, and sunbeams; awful scene,

in likeness of the Arve comes down From the ice-gulfs that gird his secret throne, Bursting through these dark mountains like the

Of lightning through the tempest ;-thou dost lie,
The giant brood of pines around thee clinging,
Children of elder time, in whose devotion,
The chainless winds still come and ever came
To drink their odours, and their mighty swinging
To hear-an old and solemn harmony:
Thine earthly rainbows stretched across the sweep
Of the ethereal waterfall, whose veil
Robes some unsculptured image ; the strange

Which, when the voices of the desert fail,
Wraps all in its own deep eternity ;-
Thy caverns echoing to the Arve's commotion
A loud, lone sound, no other sound can tame :
Thou art pervaded with that ceaseless motion,
Thou art the path of that unresting sound,
Dizzy Ravine ! and when I gaze on thee,
I seem as in a trance sublime and strange
To muse on my own separate fantasy,
My own, my human mind, which passively
Now renders and receives fast influencings,


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