MUTABILITY. THE flower that smiles to-day All that we wish to stay, Tempts and then flies. What is this world's delight? Virtue, how frail it is! Friendship too rare! Love, how it sells poor bliss But we, though soon they fall, Survive their joy and all Which ours we call. Whilst skies are blue and bright, Whilst flowers are gay, Whilst eyes that change ere night Make glad the day, Whilst yet the calm hours creep,— Dream thou-and from thy sleep Then wake to weep. ΤΟ MINE eyes were dim with tears unshed; To sit and curb the soul's mute rage Of fettered grief that dares not groan, Whilst thou alone, then not regarded, Upon my heart thy accents sweet Mine tremblingly; thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dream of pain. * Read yearn? We are not happy, sweet! our state Gentle and good and mild thou art, LINES. FAR, far away, O ye Vultures, who build your bowers Withered hopes on hopes are spread; Many a day. SONG. RARELY, rarely, comest thou, 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 All but those who need thee not. As a lizard with the shade Of a trembling leaf, Thou with sorrow art dismayed; Even the sighs of grief Reproach thee, that thou art not near, And reproach thou wilt not hear. Let me set my mournful ditty Thou wilt never come for pity, Thou wilt come for pleasure; Pity then will cut away Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay. I love all that thou lovest, Spirit of Delight! The fresh Earth in new leaves drest, Autumn evening, and the morn I love snow, and all the forms I love waves, and winds, and storms, Which is Nature's, and may be Untainted by man's misery; I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise, and good: Between thee and me What difference? but thou dost possess The things I seek, not love them less. I love Love-though he has wings, |