RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE. I. How warm this woodland wild Recess! II. Eight springs have flown, since last I lay III. No voice as yet had made the air Be music with your name: yet why That asking look? That yearning sigh? That sense of promise every where? Beloved! flew your spirit by? IV. As when a mother doth explore V. You stood before me like a thought, VI. Has not, since then, Love's prompture deep, ON RE-VISITING THE SEA-SHORE, AFTER LONG ABSENCE, UNDER STRONG MEDICAL RECOMMENDATION NOT TO BATHE. God be with thee, gladsome Ocean! Dissuading spake the mild Physician, And lo! I breathe untroubled breath! FASHION'S pining Sons and Daughters, Me a thousand hopes and pleasures, Dreams, (the Soul herself forsaking,) A blessed shadow of this Earth! O ye hopes, that stir within me, |