LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY.—ODE TO HEAVEN. LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY. I. THE Fountains mingle with the River With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine? II. See the mountains kiss high Heaven And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me? ODE TO HEAVEN. CHORUS OF SPIRITS. First Spirit. PALACE-ROOF of cloudless nights! Paradise of golden lights ! Deep, immeasurable, vast, Which art now, and which wert then Of the present and the past, 165 5 10 15 1819. 5 Of the eternal where and when, Of acts and ages yet to come! Glorious shapes have life in thee, Even thy name is as a god, Worship thee with bended knees. Their unremaining gods and they 25 Thou remainest such alway. Second Spirit. Thou art but the mind's first chamber, Round which its young fancies clamber, Lighted up by stalactites; But the portal of the grave, Where a world of new delights Will make thy best glories seem 35 Third Spirit. Peace! the abyss is wreathed with scorn What is heaven? and what are ye What are suns and spheres which flee 40 With the instinct of that spirit Of which ye are but a part? Drops which Nature's mighty heart Drives through thinnest veins. Depart! 45 What is heaven? a globe of dew, Filling in the morning new Some eyed flower whose young leaves waken On an unimagined world: Constellated suns unshaken, Orbits measureless, are furled THE SENSITIVE PLANT. PART FIRST. A SENSITIVE Plant in a garden grew, 50 And the Spring arose on the garden fair, 5 Like the Spirit of Love felt every where ; And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast Rose from the dreams of its wintry rest. But none ever trembled and panted with bliss In the garden, the field, or the wilderness, Like a doe in the noon-tide with love's sweet want, The snow-drop, and then the violet, Arose from the ground with warm rain wet, And their breath was mixed with fresh odour, sent Then the pied wind-flowers and the tulip tall, And the Naiad-like lily of the vale, Whom youth makes so fair and passion so pale, And the hyacinth purple, and white, and blue, It was felt like an odour within the sense; And the rose like a nymph to the bath addressed, Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast, 30 Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air The soul of her beauty and love lay bare : And the wand-like lily, which lifted up, As a Mænad, its moonlight-coloured cup, Till the fiery star, which is its eye, 35 Gazed through clear dew on the tender sky; And the jessamine faint, and the sweet tuberose, And all rare blossoms from every clime And on the stream whose inconstant bosom Their heaven of many a tangled hue, Broad water lilies lay tremulously, And starry river-buds glimmered by, And around them the soft stream did glide and dance With a motion of sweet sound and radiance. And the sinuous paths of lawn and of moss, 40 45 50 Were all paved with daisies and delicate bells And flowrets which drooping as day drooped too 55 To roof the glow-worm from the evening dew. And from this undefiled Paradise The flowers (as an infant's awakening eyes 60 Can first lull, and at last must awaken it), When Heaven's blithe winds had unfolded them, As mine-lamps enkindle a hidden gem, Shone smiling to Heaven, and every one Shared joy in the light of the gentle sun; 65 |