Downcast, or shooting glances far, That blend the nature of the star I see the dark-brown curls, the brow, The smooth transparent skin, Refined, as with intent to show The holiness within; The grace of parting infancy By blushes yet untamed; Two lovely sisters, still and sweet Such beauty hath the Eternal poured Upon them, not forlorn, Though of a lineage once abhorred, Nor yet redeemed from scorn. Mysterious safeguard, that, in spite Of poverty and wrong, Doth here preserve a living light, From Hebrew fountains sprung; That gives this ragged group to cast Around the dell a gleam Of Palestine, of glory past, And proud Jerusalem! PRIMITIÆ. TO I. D. C HARTLEY COLERIDGE. SWEET child, I write, because I wish to see Of what thy wit may win, or sense command. What now thou art, and what I most delight in. Rothay Bank. SONNET. TO L. C HARTLEY COLERIDGE. I WOULD not take my leave of thee, dear child, Nor will I task my fancy to invent A fond conceit, or sentence finely filed— Nor shall my heart with passionate speech and wild Bewail thy parting in a drear lament: Wit is not meet for one so innocent, Nor passionate woe for one so gaily mild. I will not bid thee think of me-nor yet Would I in thy young memory perish quite. I am a waning star, and nigh to set; Thou art a morning beam of waxing light; But sure the morning star can ne'er regret That once 't was grey-haired evening's favourite. Grasmere. A CHILD'S FIRST IMPRESSION OF A STAR. N. P. WILLIS. SHE had been told that God made all the stars Filled her young heart with gladness; and the eve Stole on with its deep shadows. Laura still |