-The song of the ring-dove enamour'd, that floats -The song of the red-breast, in ominous notes, -The song of the bee, in its serpentine flight, -The song of the wind, in the silence of night, With the song of all nature beneath and above, The beauty, the music, the bliss of that scene, Through the stranger's lorn bosom, illumined his mien, Cold, gloomy forebodings then vanish'd away, His terrors to ecstasies turn, As the vapours of night, at the dawning of day, The stranger reposed in the lonely retreat, Now smiling at phantoms gone by, When, lo! a new welcome, in numbers most sweet, It came to his eye, but it went to his soul; -Some muse, as she wander'd that way, Strange tones, we are told, the pale mariner hears, -And wild notes of wonder the shepherd entrance, By torchlight of glow-worms, the fairies that dance. Not less to that stranger, mysteriously brought, In language of feeling and music of thought, Then quick beat the pulse which had languidly crept, All ceased in a moment, and nothing was heard, And the sunset that blazed on the flood: The owl in his ambush was whooping his song, Oft pausing, and hearkening, and turning his eye, As the stars in succession awoke through the sky, So pure was her lustre, so lovely and bright, The shadows appear'd but the slumber of light, He walk'd to the mansion,-though silent his tongue, His spirit within him melodiously sung "Here, oft as to strangers your table is spread, Thus walking with God in your paradise here, At length may your spirits, when He shall appear, THE LILY. TO A YOUNG LADY, E. P. FLOWER of light, forget thy birth, While thy graceful buds unfold And the nimble-pinion'd air Waft thy breath to heaven like prayer. Cloud and sun alternate shed Gloom or glory round thine head; Noon with snow-white splendour bless, -Thus fulfil thy summer-day, Spring, and flourish, and decay; Disappear, to rise again, then When thy sisters of the vale So may she, whose name I write, THE SKY-LARK. (ADDRESSED TO a friend.) On hearing one singing at daybreak, during a sharp frost, on the 17th of February, 1832, while the author was on travel, between Bath and Stroud. O WARN away the gloomy night, O welcome in the cheerful day! Now shape and voice are vanish'd quite, Could I translate thy strains, and give Words to thy notes in human tongue, But speech of mine can ne'er reveal Yet is their burden joy and love, Whose wing in heaven to earth is bound, Unlike the lark be thou, my friend! No downward cares thy thoughts engage, But in thine house of pilgrimage, Though from the ground thy songs ascend, Still be their burden joy and love: -Heaven is thy home, thy heart above. VOL. II. THE FIXED STARS. REIGN in your heaven, ye stars of light! With you, fair orbs! there is no night, Eternally serene, Each casts around its tranquil way, The radiance of its own clear day; My soul, in your reflective rays, Him whom no eye hath seen surveys, The gloom that brings, through evening skies, Ye shine above them all: Your splendour noon eclipses not, Nor night reveals, nor vapours blot; O'er us, not you, these changes come and pass; 35 |