SEPARATION.* A SWORDED man whose trade is blood, Thro' jungle, swamp, and torrent flood, The dazzling charm of outward form, The power of gold, the pride of birth, Have taken Woman's heart by stormUsurp'd the place of inward worth. Is not true love of higher price Than outward Form, tho' fair to see, O! Asra, Asra! couldst thou see (This separation is, alas! Too great a punishment to bear; O! take my life, or let me pass That life, that happy life, with her!) The perils, erst with steadfast eye * See Note. 1816. ON TAKING LEAVE OF 1817.* To know, to esteem, to love—and then to part, Might brood with warming wings!—O fair as kind, The forms of memory all my mental food, And dream of you, sweet sisters, (ah, not mine!) And only dream of you (ah dream and pine!) Than have the presence, and partake the pride, And shine in the eye of all the world beside! * See Note. POEMS WRITTEN IN LATER LIFE. Ἔρως ἄει λάληδρος έταιρος. In many ways doth the full heart reveal The presence of the love it would conceal; But in far more th' estranged heart lets know The absence of the love, which yet it fain would show. To be a Prodigal's favourite-then, worse truth, O Man! that from thy fair and shining youth WORDSWORTH, The Small Celandine. VERSE, a breeze 'mid blossoms straying, When I was young!-Ah, woful when! That fear no spite of wind or tide! Nought cared this body for wind or weather, When Youth and I liv'd in't together. Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like; O! the joys, that came down shower-like, Ere I was old. Ere I was old? Ah woful Ere, Which tells me, Youth's no longer here! |