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Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely It cannot be that Thou art gone ! clings;
Thy vesper-bell hath not yet tolld :And trace in leaves and flowers that And thou wert aye a masker bold ! 30 round me lie
What strange disguise hast now put on, Lessons of love and earnest piety.
To make believe, that thou art gone? So let it be ; and if the wide world rings I see these locks in silvery slips, In mock of this belief, it brings
This drooping gait, this altered size : Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity. But Spring-tide blossoms on thy lips, So will I build my altar in the fields, And tears take sunshine from thine eyes ! And the blue skymy fretted dome shall be, Life is but thought : so think I will And the sweet fragrance that the wild That Youth and I are house-mates still.
flower yields Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee, Dew-drops are the gems of morning, Thee only God! and thou shalt not
But the tears of mournful eve! despise
Where no hope is, life's a warning Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.
That only serves to make us grieve, ? 1820.
When we are old :
With oft and tedious taking-leave,
Like some poor nigh-related guest,
That may not rudely be dismist ; Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee
Yet hath outstay'd his welcome while, Both were mine! Life went a-maying
And tells the jest without the smile.
1823-1832 With Nature, Hope, and Poesy,
When I was young! When I was young ?-Ah, woful When !
THE REPROOF AND REPLY Ah ! for the change 'twixt Now and Then !
Or, The Flower-thief's Apology, for a robbery This breathing house not built with hands, committed in Mr. and Mrs. -'s garden, on This body that does me grievous wrong, Sunday morning, 25th of May, 1823, between the O’er aery cliffs and glittering sands,
hours of eleven and twelve. How lightly then it flashed along : ‘FIE, Mr. Coleridge !--and can this be Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and rivers wide, Break two commandments? and in churchThat ask no aid of sail or oar,
time too ! That fear no spite of wind or tide !
Have you not heard, or have you heard Nought cared this body for wind or
in vain, weather
The birth-and-parentage-recording strain? When Youth and I lived in't together. Confessions shrill, that out-shrill'd mack
arel drownFlowers are lovely; Love is flower-like ; Friendship is a sheltering tree;
Fresh from the drop, the youth not yet O! the joys, that came down shower-like,
cut down. Of Friendship, Love, and Liberty,
Letter to sweet - heart—the last dying Ere I was old !
And didn't all this begin in SabbathEre I was old ? Ah woful Ere,
breach? Which tells me, Youth's no longer here ! | You, that knew better ! O Yout'ı ! for years so many and sweet,
day, 'Tis known, that Thou and I were one, Steal in, steal out, and steal our flowers I'll think it but a fond conceit
In broad open
What could possess you ?
Ah! sweet "Thus all conspir'd-each power of eye youth, I fear The chap with horns and tail was at your And this gay month, th' enchantress of
To cheat poor me (no conjuror, God Such sounds of late, accusing fancy
And C--m's self accomplice in the From fair C to the Poet's thought.
plot. Now hear the meek Parnassian youth's Can you then wonder if I went astray? reply :
Not bards alone, nor lovers mad as A bow, a pleading look, a downcast eye, -- they ;And then :
All Nature day-dreams in the month of
May. ' Fair dame! a visionary wight, And if I pluck'd 'each flower that sweetest Hard by your hill-side mansion sparkling
Who walks in sleep, needs follow must His thoughts all hovering round the
his nose. Muses' home, Long hath it been your poet's wont to Thus, long accustom'd on the twy-fork'd roam,
hill, 1 And many a morn, on his becharmed | To pluck both flower and floweret at my
sense So rich a stream of music issued thence, The garden's maze, like No-man's-land, He deem'd himself, as it flow'd warbling
I tread, on,
Nor common law, nor statute in my Beside the vocal fount of Helicon ! But when, as if to settle the concern, For my own proper smell, sight, fancy, A nymph too he beheld, in many a turn,
feeling, Guiding the sweet rill from its fontal
With autocratic hand at once repealing
Five Acts of Parliament 'gainst private urn, Say, can you blame ? — No! none that
stealing! saw and heard
But yet from C-—m who despairs of Could blame a bard, that he thus inly
grace? stirr'd ;
There's no spring-gun or man-trap in that A muse beholding in each fervent trait, 30
face ! Took Mary H-- for Polly Hymnia ! Let Moses then look black, and Aaron Or haply as there stood beside the maid
blue, One loftier form in sable stole array’d, That look as if they had little else to If with regretful thought he hail'd in
do : thee
For C--m speaks,“ Poor youth! he's C--m, his long-lost friend, Mol Po
but a waif!
The spoons all right? the hen and But most of you, soft warblings, I com
chickens safe? plain !
Well, well, he shall not forfeit our re'Twas ye that from the bee-hive of my
The Eighth Commandment was not Lured the wild fancies forth, a freakish
made for Bards !”,
1 The English Parnassus is remarkable for its And witch'd the air with dreams turn'd
two summits of unequal height, the lower deinside out.
nominated Hampstead, the higher Highgate.
LOVE'S FIRST HOPE
O FAIR is Love's first hope to gentle
mind ! As Eve's first star thro’ fleecy cloudlet
peeping; And sweeter than the gentle south-west
wind, O’er willowy meads, and shadow'd
waters creeping, And Ceres' golden fields ;--the sultry
hind Meets it with brow uplift, and stays his reaping
O close your eyes, and strive to see
Ah! earliest-open'd flower ;
30 Alone of all the starry host,
As if in prideful scorn
To brave th' advancing morn.
O! Alice could read passing well,
And she was conning then
And gods, and beasts, and men.
ALICE DU CLOS
The vassal's speech, his taunting vein, OR THE FORKED TONGUE
It thrill'd like venom thro' her brain ; 40
Yet never from the book
She rais'd her head, nor did she deign 'One word with two meanings is the traitor's The knight a single look. shield and shaft: and a slit tongue be his blazon!'
Caucasian Proverb. - Off, traitor friend ! how dar'st thou fix · The Sun is not yet risen,
Thy wanton gaze on me?
Does Julian send by thee?
Go, tell thy Lord, that slow is sure : Put on your dress of green,
Fair speed his shafts to-day ! Your buskins and your quiver ;
I follow here a stronger lure,
50 Lord Julian is a hasty man,
And chase a gentler prey.
The vassal knight reeld off-
Like a huge billow from a bark Your lord and master for to be,
Toil'd in the deep sea-trough, And you his lady gay.
That shouldering sideways in mid plunge, O Lady! throw your book aside!
Is travers'd by a flash. I would not that my Lord should chide.'
And staggering onward, leaves the ear
With dull and distant crash.
And Alice sate with troubled mien бо As spotless fair, as airy light
A moment; for the scoff was keen, As that moon-shiny doe,
And thro' her veins did shiver ! The gold star on its brow, her sire's Then rose and donn’d her dress of green, ancestral crest !
Her buskins and her quiver.
There stands the flow'ring may-thorn Sate loosely wrapt in maiden white,
The black and shadowy stem ;-
And had not Ellen stay'd the race, And stopp'd to see, a moment's space,
The whole great globe of light Give the last parting kiss-like touch To the eastern ridge, it lack'd not
much, They had o'erta’en the knight. It chanced that up the covert lane,
Where Julian waiting stood,
The huntsmen in the wood.
Tho' with an anger'd mind :
But pretext none could find or frame.
With stifled tones the knight replied, And look'd askance on either side,
Nay, let- the hunt proceed !-The Lady's message that I bear, I guess would scantly please your ear,
And less deserves your heed. .
" You sent betimes. Not yet unbarr'd
I found the middle door ; Two stirrers only met my eyes,
Fair Alice, and one more.
I came unlook' for: and, it seem'd,
In an unwelcome hour ;
Within the lattic'd bower.
• But hush ! the rest may wait. If lost, With fatal aim, and frantic force, 190 No great loss, I divine ;
The shaft was hurl'd a lifeless corse, And idle words will better suit
Fair Alice from her vaulting horse, A fair maid's lips than mine.'
Lies bleeding on the glade. God's wrath! speak out, man,' Julian
cried, O'ermaster'd by the sudden smart ;
LOVE, A SWORD And feigning wrath, sharp, blunt, and
THOUGH veiled inspires of myrtlerude,
wreath, The knight his subtle shift pursued.-
Love is a sword which cuts its sheath, Scowl not at me ; command my skill,
And through the clefts itself has made, To lure your hawk back, if you will,
We spy the flashes of the blade! But not a woman's heart.
But through the clefts itself has made, "“Go! (said she) tell him, -- slow is We likewise see Love's flashing blade sure ;
By rust consumed, or snapt in twain : Fair speed his shafts to-day !
And only hilt and stump remain. ? 1825. I follow here a stronger lure,
And chase a gentler prey.
A BIRI), who for his other sins
Had lived amongst the Jacobins ; I saw them fix'd with steadfast gaze
Though like a kitten amid rats, Full on her wanton page.
Or callow tit in nest of bats,
He much abhorr'd all democrats ; The last word of the traitor knight 170
Yet nathless stood in ill report It had but entered Julian's ear,
Of wishing ill to Church and Court, From two o'erarching oaks between, Though he'd nor claw, nor tooth, nor With glist’ning helm-like cap is seen,
sting, Borne on in giddy cheer,
And learnt to pipe God save the King ;
Though each day did new feathers A youth, that ill his steed can guide ;
bring, Yet with reverted face doth ride,
All swore he had a leathern wing ; As answering to a voice,
Nor polish'd wing, nor feather'd tail, That seems at once to laugh and chide
Nor down-clad thigh would aught avail ; *Not mine, dear mistress,' still he
And though—his tongue devoid of gallcried,
He civilly assured them all :-.. “ 'Tis this mad filly's choice.' 180
A bird am I of Phoebus' breed, With sudden bound, beyond the boy,
And on the sunflower cling and feed ; See ! see! that face of hope and joy,
My name, good sirs, is Thomas Tit!' That regal front ! those cheeks aglow! The bats would hail him brother cit, Thou needed'st but the crescent sheen,
Or, at the furthest, cousin-german. A quiver'd Dian to have been,
At length the matter to determine, Thou lovely child of old Du Clos!
Ile publicly denounced the vermin ;
He spared the mouse, he praised the owl ; Dark as a dream Lord Julian stood, But bats were neither flesh nor fowl. Swift as a dream, from forth the wood, Blood-sucker, vampire, harpy, goul,
Sprang on the plighted Maid ! I Came in full clatter from his throat,