Thou with sorrow art dismayed; Even the sighs of grief Reproach thee, that thou art not near, And reproach thou wilt not hear. Let me set my mournful ditty To a merry measure, Thou wilt come for pleasure, Pity then will cut away Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay. I love all that the u lovest, Spirit of delight! The fresh Earth in new leaves drest, Autumn evening, and the morn I love snow, and all the forms I love waves, and winds, and storms, Which is Nature's, and may be I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise and good; What difference? but thou dost possess I love Love-though he has wings Spirit, I love thee Thou art love and life! O Come, Make once more my heart thy home, TO NIGHT. Swiftly walk over the western wave, Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Wrap thy form in a mantle grey, Blind with thine hair the eyes of day, Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, When I arose and saw the dawn, When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to is rest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me ?-And 1 replied, Death will come when thou art dead, Sleep will come when thou art fled; EVENING. PONTE A MARE, PISA. THE sun is set; the swallows are asleep; There is no dew on the dry grass to-night, Nor damp within the shadow of the trees; The wind is intermitting, dry, and light; And in the inconstant motion of the breeze The dust and straws are driven up and down, And whirled about the pavement of the town. Within the surface of the fleeting river Immoveably unquiet, and for ever It trembles, but it never fades away; Go to the [ You, being changed, will find it then as now. The chasm in which the sun has sunk is shut By darkest barriers of enormous cloud, Like mountain over mountain huddled- but Growing and moving upwards in a crowd, And over it a space of watery blue, Which the keen evening star is shining through. |