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SLEEP AND DEATH.
They. WE strew these opiate flowers
They were stript from Orient bowers,
Calm and deep,
Like their's who fell-not ours who weep!
Away, unlovely dreams!
Away, false shapes of sleep!
Be his, as Heaven seems,
Clear, and bright, and deep!
Soft as love, and calm as death,
Sweet as a summer night without a breath.
They. Sleep, sleep! our song is laden
It was sung by a Samian maiden,
That calm sleep
Whence none may wake, where none shall weep.
I touch thy temples pale!
I breathe my soul on thee!
All my joy should be
Dead, and I would live to weep,
So thou might'st win one hour of quiet sleep.
"Songs Consecrate to Liberty.”
POET of Nature, thou has wept to know
Childhood and youth, friendship and love's first glow,
One loss is mine
Which thou too feel'st, yet I alone deplore.
Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be.
THE SNAKE AND EAGLE.
WHEN the last hope of trampled France had failed
Whose caverned base with the vext surge was hoary;
So as I stood, one blast of muttering thunder
The forests and the floods, and all around Darkness more dread than night was poured upon the ground.
Hark! 'tis the rushing of a wind that sweeps Earth and the ocean. See! the lightnings yawn Deluging Heaven with fire, and the lashed deeps Glitter and boil beneath: it rages on,
One mighty stream, whirlwind and waves upthrown, Lightning, and hail, and darkness eddying by. There is a pause-the sea-birds, that were gone Into their caves to shriek, come forth, to spy What calm has fall'n on earth, what light is in the sky.
For, where the irresistible storm had cloven
Earth and the upper air, the vast clouds fled, Countless and swift as leaves on autumn's tempest shed.
For ever, as the war became more fierce
Past on, in slow and moving majesty ;
Its upper horn arrayed in mists, which soon But slowly fled, like dew beneath the beams of
I could not choose but gaze; a fascination
Of what I knew not, I remained :--the hue
Even like a bark, which from a chasm of mountains, Dark, vast, and overhanging, on a river
Which there collects the strength of all its fountains, Comes forth, whilst with the speed its frame doth quiver,
Sails, oars, and stream, tending to one endeavour; So, from that chasm of light a winged Form On all the winds of heaven approaching ever Floated, dilating as it came: the storm Pursued it with fierce blasts, and lightnings swift and
A course precipitous, of dizzy speed,
Suspending thought and breath; a monstrous sight!
An Eagle and a Serpent wreathed in fight :—
The Eagle, hovering, wheeled to left and right,
A shaft of light upon its wings descended,
The Serpent's mailed and many-coloured skin
Shifted and glanced before the Eagle's stedfast eye.