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And that one star, which to her
One light flame among the brakes,
Other flowering isles must be In the sea of life and agony: Other spirits float and flee Ver that gulf: even now, perhaps, On some rock the wild wave wraps, With folded wings they waiting sit For my bark, to pilot it To some calm and blooming cove, Where for me, and those I love, May a windless bower be built, Far from passion, pain, and guilt, In a dell 'mid lawny hills, Which the wild sea-murmur fills, And soft sunshine, and the sound Of old forests echoing round, And the light and smell divine Of all flowers that breathe and shine: We may live so happy there, That the spirits of the air, Envying us, may even entice To our healing paradise The polluting multitude ; But their rage would be subdued By that clime divine and calm, And the winds whose wings rain balm On the uplifted soul, and leaves Under which the bright sea heaves ; While each breathless interval In their whisperings musical The inspired soul supplies With its own deep melodies, And the love which heals all strife Circling, like the breath of life, All things in that sweet abode With its own mild brotherhood : They, not it would change; and soon Every sprite beneath the
moon Would repent its envy vain, And the earth grow young again.
HYMN TO INTELLECTUAL BEAUTY.
This various world with as inconstant wing
It visits with inconstant glance
Each human heart and countenance ;
Like clouds in starlight widely spread,
Like aught that for its grace may be
With thine own hues all thou dost shine upon
Of human thought or form, where art thou gone? Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate ?
Ask why the sunlight not for ever
Weaves rainbows o'er yon mountain river ;
Why fear and dream and death and birth
Such gloom, why man has such a scope
To sage or poet these responses given :
Therefore the names of Demon, Ghost, and Heaven, Remain the records of their vain endeavour : Frail spells, whose uttered charm might not avail to sever,
From all we hear and all we see,
Doubt, chance, and mutability.
Or music by the night wind sent
Or moonlight on a midnight stream,
And come, for some uncertain moments lent.
Man were immortal, and omnipotent, Didst thou, unknown and awful as thou art, Keep with thy glorious train firm state within his heart.
Thou messenger of sympathies
That wax and wane in lover's eyes;
Like darkness to a dying flame !
Depart not, lest the grave should be,
Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin,
And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead. I called on poisonous names with which our youth is fed: I was not heard: I saw them not;
When musing deeply on the lot
All vital things that wake to bring
Sudden thy shadow fell on me:
To thee and thine: have I not kept the vow?
With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now
Of studious zeal or love's delight
Outwatched with me the envious night:
Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst free
That thou, O awful LOVELINESS,
When noon is past: there is a harmony
In autumn, and a lustre in its sky,
Thus let thy power, which like the truth
Of nature on my passive youth
Its calm, to one who worships thee,
Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind
And opened a chasm
In the rocks;—with the spasm
And the black south wind
It concealed behind
And earthquake and thunder With her rainbow locks
Did rend in sunder
The bars of the springs below:
The beard and the hair
Of the river God were Which slopes to the western gleams: Seen through the torrent's sweep, And gliding and springing,
As he followed the light
Of the fleet nymph's flight In murmurs as soft as sleep;
To the brink of the Dorian deep.
“Oh, save me ! Oh, guide me! As she lingered towards the deep.
And bid the deep hide me.
For he grasps me now by the hair!"
The loud Ocean heard,
To its blue depth stirred,