320 Noon descends, and after noon 'Mid remembered agonies, The frail bark of this lone being,) 325 330 LIFT not the painted veil which those who live And it but mimic all we would believe With colours idly spread, — behind, lurk Fear And Hope, twin destinies; who ever weave Their shadows, o'er the chasm, sightless and drear. For his lost heart was tender, things to love, But found them not, alas! nor was there aught SONG, ON A FADED VIOLET. I. THE odour from the flower is gone The colour from the flower is flown II. A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant form, It lies on my abandoned breast, And mocks the heart which yet is warm, 1818. 5 it breathes no more on me; ΙΟ STANZAS, WRITTEN IN DEJECTION NEAR NAPLES. I. THE Sun is warm, the sky is clear, Like many a voice of one delight, II. I see the Deep's untrampled floor With green and purple seaweeds strown; I see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown : I sit upon the sands alone, The lightning of the noon-tide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. III. Alas! I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around, Nor that content surpassing wealth The sage in meditation found, And walked with inward glory crowned Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure. Others I see whom these surround ΙΟ 15 20 25 5 Smiling they live, and call life pleasure ;- IV. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, And I might feel in the warm air 30 35 V. Some might lament that I were cold, They might lament-for I am one Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, 40 Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. 45 |