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Its leaves which had outlived the frost, the thaw
Had blighted as a heart which hatred's eye Can blast not, but which pity kills ; the dew Lay on its spotted leaves like tears too true.
The Heavens had wept upon it, but the Earth
Had crushed it on her unmaternal breast.
I bore it to my chamber, and I planted
It in a vase full of the lightest mould ;
Fell through the window panes, disrobed of cold, Upon its leaves and flowers; the star which panted
In evening for the Day, whose car has rolled Over the horizon's wave, with looks of light Smiled on it from the threshold of the night.
The mitigated influences of air
And light revived the plant, and from it grew Strong leaves and tendrils, and its flowers fair,
Full as a cup with the vine's burning dew, O’erflowed with golden colours ; an atmosphere
Of vital warmth infolded it anew, And every impulse sent to every part The unbeheld pulsations of its heart.
Well might the plant grow beautiful and strong,
Even if the sun and air had smiled not on it ; For one wept o'er it all the winter long
Tears pure as Heaven's rain, which fell upon it
Mixed with the stringed melodies that won it
Had loosed his heart, and shook the leaves and flowers
On which he wept, the while the savage storm Waked by the darkest of December's hours
Was raving round the chamber hushed and warm ; The birds were shivering in their leafless bowers,
The fish were frozen in the pools, the form Of every summer plant was dead [ ] Whilst this
THE TWO SPIRITS.
Oh thou, who plumed with strong desire
Wouldst float above the earth, beware! A Shadow tracks thy flight of fire
Night is coming! Bright are the regions of the air,
And among the winds and beams It were delight to wander there
Night is coming!
The deathless stars are bright above ;
If I would cross the shade of night,
And that is day !
On my golden plumes where'er they move; The meteors will linger round my flight
And make night day.
But if the whirlwinds of darkness waken
Hail and lightning aud stormy rain ; See the bounds of the air are shaken
Night is coming !
The red swift clouds of the hurricane
Yon declining sun have overtaken,
Night is coming !
I see the light, and I hear the sound ;
I'll sail on the flood of the tempest dark With the calm within and the light around
Which makes night day : And thou, when the gloom is deep and stark,
Look from thy dull earth, slumber-bound, My moon-like flight thou then may'st mark
On high, far away. Some say, there is a precipice
Where one vast pine is frozen to ruin O'er piles of snow and chasms of ice
Mid Alpine mountains ;
That winged shape for ever flies
Its aery fountains.
when nights are dry and clear, And the death dews sleep on the morass, Sweet whispers are heard by the traveller
Which makes night day: And a silver shape like his early love doth pass
Upborne by her wild and glittering hair, And when he awakes on the fragrant grass,
He finds night day.
They were two cousins, almost like to twins,