V. they are of the sky, And from our earthly memory fade away.' THESE words were uttered as in pensive mood Nor will I praise a cloud, however bright, VI. SEPTEMBER, 1815. WHILE not a leaf seems faded; while the fields, In brightest sunshine bask; this nipping air, His icy scimitar, a foretaste yields Of bitter change, and bids the flowers beware; And whispers to the silent birds, "Prepare Against the threatening foe your trustiest shields." For me, who under kindlier laws belong To Nature's tuneful quire, this rustling dry Through leaves yet green, and yon crystalline sky, Announce a season potent to renew, Mid frost and snow, the instinctive joys of song, And nobler cares than listless summer knew. VII. NOVEMBER 1. How clear, how keen, how marvellously bright The effluence from yon distant mountain's head, Uprisen, as if to check approaching Night, And all her twinkling stars. Who now would tread, If so he might, yon mountain's glittering headTerrestrial, but a surface, by the flight Of sad mortality's earth-sullying wing, Unswept, unstained? Nor shall the aërial Powers Through all vicissitudes, till genial Spring Has filled the laughing vales with welcome flowers. VIII. COMPOSED DURING A STORM. ONE who was suffering tumult in his soul Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer, Went forth his course surrendering to the care While trees, dim-seen, in frenzied numbers, tear And shivering wolves, surprised with darkness, howl Large space (mid dreadful clouds) of purest sky, Invisible, unlooked-for, minister Of providential goodness ever nigh! IX. TO A SNOW-DROP. LONE Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they But hardier far, once more I see thee bend Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend, Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day, |