PREFACE. THIS poem, which was written in May, 1840, is not, indeed, what the Author would now wish to achieve. It is published merely as an irregular and imperfect evidence: though, notwithstanding the popularised form and style, there may, perhaps, be seen some studied elaboration of scheme, and a purpose, though in indirect illustration, distinct and strong. (See note 75.) 19 May, 1841. ALPHA. THE long sweet summer day is done : On the western mountains' height, Burning hues and lightning rays, O'er the land so fair below Like the blessing of the hour, Smil'd from some inspiring Power: This the hour when sweetest thought Wakes-its slumber all forgot; All the past in memory wrought So vivid that the lapse is nought—; B And the spirit most has part Down the long dim colonnade Waken at the quivering beams The nightingales to sing their dreams, Through the dim pane heraldic, dight There sits among the books alone Has turn'd them with untiring zeal Oft until the stars grew pale : Though years of youth even yet remain For him, whose youth is not in vain ; |