Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come. 1822. TO JANE-THE INVITATION. BEST and brightest, come away! The brightest hour of unborn Spring, To hoar February born; Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth, Like one on whom thou smilest, dear. Away, away, from men and towns, 30 5 IO 15 20 To the silent wilderness I leave this notice on my door To take what this sweet hour yields;- Expectation too, be off! 25 30 35 And the sand-hills of the sea Billows murmur at our feet, Where the earth and ocean meet, February, 1822. TO JANE-THE RECOLLECTION. I. Now the last day of many days, The loveliest and the last, is dead, For now the Earth has changed its face, Than any spreading there. There lay the glade and neighbouring lawn, And through the dark green wood The white sun twinkling like the dawn Out of a speckled cloud. Sweet views which in our world above Can never well be seen, Were imaged by the water's love Of that fair forest green. And all was interfused beneath, With an elysian glow, 65 70 |