640 Gurgling in beds of coral: for anon, That balances the heavy meteor-stone; But lapp'd and lull'd along the dangerous Ah, desperate mortal! I ev'n dared to press Of newest joys upon that alp. Sometimes 'Why did I dream that sleep o'erpower'd me In midst of all this heaven? Why not see, That needs must die, although its little Reflects upon a diamond, my sweet dream Soon, as it seem'd, we left our journeying And so it was, until a gentle creep, high, And straightway into frightful eddies swoop'd; A careful moving caught my waking And ears, 680 up I started: Ah! my sighs, my tears, Such as ay muster where gray time has My clenched hands; — for lo! the poppies scoop'd hung Rock'd me to patience. Now, thank gentle The gentle heart, as northern blasts do heaven! roses; These things, with all their comfortings, And then the ballad of his sad life closes Must dreams themselves be; seeing they're Ghosts of melodious prophesyings rave Round every spot where trod Apollo's more slight Bronze clarions awake, and faintly bruit, Into a sort of oneness, and our state Upon the forehead of humanity. All its more ponderous and bulky worth 801 Upon his cheek, while thus he lifeful spake. Is friendship, whence there ever issues forth 'Peona! ever have I long'd to slake My thirst for the world's praises: nothing base, 770 No merely slumberous phantasm, could unlace A steady splendour; but at the tip-top, The stubborn canvas for my voyage pre- Mingle, and so become a part of it, 810 |