When, round the bowl, of vanish'd years And when in other climes we meet 10 15 Where all looks flowery, wild, and sweet, We think how great had been our bliss As travellers oft look back at eve T. MOORE. 222 YOUTH AND AGE There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away, When the glow of early thought declines in feeling's dull decay; 'Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past. Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness 5 Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt or ocean of excess : The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch again. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down ; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own; 10 That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears, And though the eye may sparkle still, 'tis where the ice appears. Though wit may flash from fluent lips, and mirth distract the breast, Through midnight hours that yield no more their former hope of rest; 'Tis but as ivy-leaves around the ruin'd turret wreathe, 15 All green and wildly fresh without, but worn and grey beneath. O could I feel as I have felt, or be what I have been, Or weep as I could once have wept o'er many a Ivanish'd scene, As springs in deserts found seem sweet, all brackish though they be, 19 So midst the wither'd waste of life, those tears would flow to me! 223 LORD BYRON. A LESSON There is a flower, the Lesser Celandine, That shrinks like many more from cold and rain, And, the first moment that the sun may shine, Bright as the sun himself, 'tis out again! When hailstones have been falling, swarm on swarm, Or blasts the green field and the trees distrest, Oft have I seen it muffled up from harm In close self-shelter, like a thing at rest. But lately, one rough day, this flower I past, And recognized it, though an alter'd form, Now standing forth an offering to the blast, And buffeted at will by rain and storm. I stopp❜d and said, with inly-mutter'd voice, 'It doth not love the shower, nor seek the cold; This neither is its courage nor its choice, But its necessity in being old. 'The sunshine may not cheer it, nor the dew; It cannot help itself in its decay; 5 10 15 Stiff in its members, wither'd, changed of hue,' 224 PAST AND PRESENT I remember, I remember The house where I was born, He never came a wink too soon often wish the night I remember, I remember 22 5 10 The lilacs where the robin built, I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from Heaven Than when I was a boy. 225 T. HOOD. THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS Oft in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, Thus in the stilly night, 5 The cheerful hearts now broken! 10 Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. When I remember all The friends so link'd together Like leaves in wintry weather Who treads alone Some banquet-hall deserted, Whose garlands dead, And all but he departed! Thus in the stilly night, Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me. 15 20 T. MOORE. 226 INVOCATION Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a weary night and day "Tis since thou art fled away. How shall ever one like me Spirit false thou hast forgot All but those who need thee not. As a lizard with the shade Of a trembling leaf, Thou with sorrow art dismay'd; 15 Even the sighs of grief Reproach thee, that thou art not near, |