3. 4. Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell. When hearts have once mingled, To endure what it once possessed. The frailty of all things here, Why chose you the frailest For your cradle, your home, and your bier? Its passions will rock thee, As the storms rock the ravens on high: Bright reason will mock thee, Leave thee naked to laughter When leaves fall and cold winds come. LINES WRITTEN IN THE BAY OF SHE left me at the silent time When the moon had ceased to climb The azure path of heaven's steep, And, like an albatross asleep, Balanced on her wings of light, Like notes which die when born, but still Haunt the echoes of the hill, And feeling ever-oh too much ! The soft vibration of her touch, As if her gentle hand even now That even Fancy dares to claim. In the time which is our own ; In my faint heart. I dare not speak Over the ocean bright and wide, For ministrations strange and far, They sailed for drink to medicine Of dew, and sweet warmth left by day, And spear, about the low rocks damp Too happy they, whose pleasure sought EPITAPH. THESE are two friends whose lives were undivided; So let their memory be, now they have glided Under their grave; let not their bones be parted, For their two hearts in life were single-hearted. FRAGMENTS. I. TO MARY WOLLSTONECRAFT GODWIN. I. MINE eyes were dim with tears unshed; 2. To sit and curb the soul's mute rage Which preys upon itself alone; To curse the life which is the cage Of fettered grief that dares not groan, 3. Whilst thou alone, then not regarded, The. . . . thou alone shouldst be. To spend years thus, and be rewarded 4. Upon my heart thy accents sweet 5. We are not happy, sweet! our state Is strange and full of doubt and fear; 6. Gentle and good and mild thou art ; |