The stars burnt out in the pale blue air, And the rocks above and the stream below, 10 And the Apennine's shroud of summer snow, And clothed with light of aëry gold 15 The mists in their eastern caves uprolled. Day had awakened all things that be, The lark and the thrush and the swallow free, The crickets were still in the meadow and hill: All rose to do the task He set to each, Who shaped us to his ends and not our own; The million rose to learn, and one to teach What none yet ever knew or can be known. And many rose Whose woe was such that fear became desire ;— Screens Lucca from the Pisan's envious eye, Divides from the far Apennines—which lie "What think you, as she lies in her green cove, And of the miles of watery way We should have led her by this time of day." "Never mind," said Lionel, Give care to the winds, they can bear it well The white clouds are driving merrily, And the stars we miss this morn will light "Of us and of our lazy motions," "If I can guess a boat's emotions; And how we ought, two hours before. So, Lionel according to his art Weaving his idle words, Melchior said: She dreams that we are not yet out of bed; We'll put a soul into her, and a heart Which like a dove chased by a dove shall beat." "Ay, heave the ballast overboard, And stow the eatables in the aft locker." "Would not this keg be best a little lowered?" To cram in great-coat pockets, and to mix And, couched on stolen hay in those green harbours Farmers called gaps, and we schoolboys called arbours, Would feast till eight." With a bottle in one hand, As if his very soul were at a stand, Lionel stood when Melchior brought him steady:- The chain is loosed, the sails are spread, As with dews and sunrise fed, Comes the laughing morning wind;- And hangs upon the wave, and stems Which fervid from its mountain source It sweeps into the affrighted sea; The Serchio, twisting forth Between the marble barriers which it clove Down one clear path of effluence crystalline, Of tangled marsh and woods of stunted pine, MUSIC. I. I PANT for the music which is divine, II. Let me drink of the spirit of that sweet sound, It loosens the serpent which care has bound The dissolving strain, through every vein, III. As the scent of a violet withered up, Which grew by the brink of a silver lake; And mist there was none its thirst to slake- IV. As one who drinks from a charmed cup Of foaming, and sparkling and murmuring wine, Whom, a mighty Enchantress filling up, Invites to love with her kiss divine..... SONNET TO BYRON. [I AM afraid these verses will not please you, but] If I esteemed you less, Envy would kill The mind which, like a worm whose life may share Marks your creations rise as fast and fair Move one regret for his unhonoured name Who dares these words:-the worm beneath the sod May lift itself in homage of the God. TWO FRAGMENTS ON LOVE. I. I FAINT, I perish with my love! I grow And like a wave under the calm I fail. II. Faint with love, the Lady of the South Lay in the paradise of Lebanon Under a heaven of cedar boughs; the drought FRAGMENT. COME, thou awakener of the spirit's ocean, No thought can trace! speed with thy gentle motion! FRAGMENT. THE gentleness of rain was in the wind |