WHERE art thou, beloved To-morrow? Thy sweet smiles we ever seek, In thy place ah! well-a-day! We find the thing we fled-To-day. 1821. LINES. IF I walk in Autumn's even While the dead leaves pass, If I look on Spring's soft heaven,- 20 5 5 After the slumber of the year The woodland violets re-appear, And sky and sea, but two, which move And form all others, life and love. A BRIDAL SONG. I. THE golden gates of Sleep unbar Where Strength and Beauty met together Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather. Night, with all thy stars look down, — Darkness, weep thy holiest dew, Never smiled the inconstant moon On a pair so true. Let eyes not see their own delight; Oft renew. II. Fairies, sprites, and angels keep her! ΙΟ 15 1821. 5 ΙΟ And, like loveliness panting with wild desire Thou beacon of love! thou lamp of the free! To climes where now veiled by the ardour of day From waves on which weary noon, Faints in her summer swoon, Between Kingless continents sinless as Eden, Around mountains and islands inviolably Prankt on the sapphire sea. FINAL CHORUS FROM HELLAS. THE world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: 1821. ΙΟ 15 Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam, 5 Like wrecks of a dissolving dream. A brighter Hellas rears its mountains From waves serener far; A new Peneus rolls his fountains Against the morning-star. Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleep A loftier Argo cleaves the main, Fraught with a later prize; ΙΟ |