THE AZIOLA. I. "Do you not hear the Aziola cry? Methinks she must be nigh," Said Mary, as we sate In dusk, ere stars were lit, or candles brought; This Aziola was some tedious woman, Asked, "Who is Aziola?" 5 How elate I felt to know that it was nothing human, No mockery of myself to fear or hate: And Mary saw my soul, And laughed, and said, "Disquiet yourself not; 'Tis nothing but a little downy owl." IO II. Sad Aziola! many an eventide Thy music I had heard By wood and stream, meadow and mountain-side, 15 Such as nor voice, nor lute, nor wind, nor bird, The soul ever stirred; Unlike and far sweeter than them all. Sad Aziola! from that moment I Loved thee and thy sad cry. A LAMENT. I. Oн, world! oh, life! oh, time! On whose last steps I climb Trembling at that where I had stood before; 1821. 20 When will return the glory of your prime? No more—O, never more! Out of the day and night II. A joy has taken flight ; Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight 5 10 1821. 5 The swallow summer comes again- 10 But the wild-swan youth is fain To fly with thee, false as thou. My heart each day desires the morrow; Sunny leaves from any bough. 15 WHERE art thou, beloved To-morrow? Thy sweet smiles we ever seek, In thy place ah! well-a-day! We find the thing we fled - To-day. 5 1821. LINES. IF I walk in Autumn's even While the dead leaves pass, If I look on Spring's soft heaven,- Summer's clouds, where are they now? 5 ΤΟ I. ONE word is too often profaned One feeling too falsely disdained For thee to disdain it. One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear II. I can give not what men call love, The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth for the star, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow? ΤΟ I. WHEN passion's trance is overpast, II. It were enough to feel, to see And dream the rest and burn and be The secret food of fires unseen, Couldst thou but be as thou hast been III. After the slumber of the year The woodland violets re-appear, And sky and sea, but two, which move And form all others, life and love. A BRIDAL SONG. I. THE golden gates of Sleep unbar Where Strength and Beauty met together Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather. Night, with all thy stars look down, On a pair so true. Let eyes not see their own delight; Oft renew. II. Fairies, sprites, and angels keep her! IO 15 1821. 5 ΙΟ |