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And on my shoulders wings are woven,
To follow its sublime career, Beyond the mighty moons that wane
Upon the verge of nature's utmost sphere, 'Till the world's shadowy walls are past and disappear.
Her voice is hovering o'er my soul-it lingers
O'ershadowing it with soft and lulling wings, The blood and life within those snowy fingers
Teach witchcraft to the instrumental strings. My brain is wild, my breath comes quick
The blood is listening in my frame,
And thronging shadows, fast and thick,
Fall on my overflowing eyes;
My heart is quivering like a flame;
As morning dew, that in the sunbeam dies,
I am dissolved in these consuming extacies.
I have no life, Constantia, now, but thee,
Whilst, like the world-surrounding air, thy song Flows on, and fills all things with melody.
Now is thy voice a tempest swift and strong, On which, like one in trance upborne,
Secure o'er rocks and waves I weep, Rejoicing like a cloud of morn.
Now 'tis the breath of summer night, Which, when the starry waters sleep,
Round western isles, with incense-blossoms bright, Lingering, suspends my soul in its voluptuous flight.
The waters are flashing,
The white hail is dashing,
The lightnings are glancing,
The hoar-spray is dancing-
The whirlwind is rolling,
The thunder is tolling,
The forest is swinging,
The minster bells ringing
The Earth is like Ocean,
Wreck-strewn and in motion :
Bird, beast, man, and worm,
Have crept out of the storm-
“ Our boat has one sail,
And the helmsman is pale;-
A bold pilot I trow,
Who should follow us now,”-
And she cried : “ Ply the oar!
Put off gaily from shore !"-
As she spoke, bolts of death
Mixed with hail specked their path
O'er the sea.
And frora isle, tower, and rock,
The blue beacon cloud broke,
Though dumb in the blast,
The red cannon flashed fast
From the lee.
** And fear'st thou; and fear'st thou ?
And see'st thou, and hear'st thou ?
And drive we not free
O'er the terrible sea,
I and thou?"
One boat-cloak did cover
The loved and the lover-
Their blood beats one measure,
They murmur proud pleasure
Soft and low;
While around the lashed Ocean,
Like mountains in motion,
Is withdrawn and uplifted,
Sunk, shattered, and shifted,
To and fro.
In the court of the fortress
Beside the pale portress,
Like a blood-hound well beaten,
The bridegroom stands, eaten
On the topmost watch-turret,
As a dead-boding spirit,
Stands the grey tyrant father,
To his voice the mad weather
And with curses wild
As ere clung to child,
He devotes to the blast
The best, loveliest, and last,
Of his name!
SWIFTER far than suinmer's flight,
Swifter far than youth's delight,
Swifter far than happy night,
Art thou come and gone :
As the earth when leaves are dead,
As the night when sleep is sped,
As the heart when joy is fled,
I am left lone, alone,
The swallow Summer comes again,
The owlet Night resumes her reign,
But the wild swan Youth is fain
To fly with thee, false as thou.
My heart each day desires the morrow,
Sleep itself is turned to sorrow,
Vainly would my winter borrow
Sunny leaves from any bough.
Lilies for a bridal bed,
Roses for a matron's head,
Violets for a maiden dead,
Pansies let my flowers be:
On the living grave I bear,
Scatter them without a tear,
Let no friend, however dear,
Waste one hope, one fear for me.
But for such faith which nature reconciled;
Thou bast a voice great Mountain, to repeal
Large codes of fraud and woe; not understood,
By all, but which the wise, and great, and good,
Interpret, or make felt, or deeply feel.
The fields, the lakes, the forests, and the streams,
Ocean, and all the living things that dwell
Within the dædal earth; lightning, and rain,
Earthquake, and fiery food, and hurricane,
The torpor of the year when feeble dreams
Visit the hidden buds, or dreamless sleep
Holds every future leaf and flower;-ı he bound
With which from that detested trance they leap;
The works and ways of man, their death and birth,
And that of him and all that his may be ;
All things that move and breathe with toil and sound
Are burn and die, revolve, subside, and swell.
Power dwells apart in its tranquillity
Remote, serene, and inaccessible:
And this, the naked countenance of earth,
On which I gaze, even these primæval mountains,
Teach the adverting mind. The glaciers creep
Like snakes that watch their prey, from their far fountains,
Slowly rolling on; there, many a precipice
Frost and the Sun in scorn of mortal power
Have piled--dome, pyramid, and pinnacle,
A city of death, distinct with many a tower
And wall impregnable of heaming ice.
Yet not a city, but a flood of ruin
Is there, that from the boundaries of the sky
Rolls its perpetual stream; vast pines are strewing
Its destined path, or in the mangled soil
Branchless and shattered stand; the rocks, drawn dowo