And that last act, though not thy worst, The very Fiend's arch mock; He in his fall preserved his pride, 135 140 SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY I SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; Meet in her aspect and her eyes: II One shade the more, one ray the less, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear, their dwelling-place. III And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! O! SNATCH'D AWAY IN BEAUTY'S BLOOM O! SNATCH'D away in beauty's bloom, Their leaves, the earliest of the year; 5 IO 15 5 II And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead! III Away! we know that tears are vain, That Death nor heeds nor hears distress; Will this unteach us to complain! Or make one mourner weep the less! And thou who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet. VISION OF BELSHAZZAR I THE king was on his throne, The godless heathen's wine! II In that same hour and hall, The fingers of a hand A solitary hand ΙΟ 15 5 ΙΟ Along the letters ran, 15 And traced them like a wand. |