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TO A GENTLEMAN
Were rising; or by secret mountain
streams, The guides and the companions of thy
COMPOSED ON THE NIGHT AFTER HIS
Of more than Fancy, of the Social RECITATION OF A POEM ON THE
Sense GROWTH OF AN INDIVIDUAL MIND
Distending wide, and man beloved as
man, FRIEND of the wise ! and Teacher of the
Where France in all her towns lay Good !
vibrating Into my heart have I received that Lay
Like some becalmed bark beneath the More than historic, that prophetic Lay
30 Wherein (high theme by thee first sung Of Heaven's immediate thunder, when aright)
no cloud Of the foundations and the building up
Is visible, or shadow on the main. Of a Human Spirit thou hast dared to
For thou wert there, thine own brows tell
garlanded, What may be told, to the understanding Amid the tremor of a realm aglow, mind
Amid a mighty nation jubilant, Revealable ; and what within the mind
When from the general heart of human By vital breathings secret as the soul
kind Of vernal growth, oft quickens in the
Hope sprang forth like a full - born heart
Deity! Thoughts all too deep for words
-Of that dear Hope afflicted and
struck down, Theme hard as high ! So summoned homeward, thenceforth Of smiles spontaneous, and mysterious
calm and sure fears
From the dread watch-tower of man's (The first-born they of Reason and twin
With light unwaning on her eyes, to Of tides obedient to external force,
look And currents self-determined, as might | Far on-herself a glory to behold, seem,
The Angel of the vision ! Then (last Or by some inner Power ; of moments
Of Duty, chosen Laws controlling choice, Now in thy inner life, and now abroad, Action and joy !- An orphic song inWhen power streamed from thee, and
deed, thy soul received
A song divine of high and passionate The light reflected, as
a light be
To their own music chaunted ! Of fancies fair, and milder hours of youth,
O great Bard ! Hyblean murmurs of poetic thought Ere yet that last strain dying awed the Industrious in its joy, in vales and
With stedfast eye I viewed thee in the Native or outland, lakes and famous
choir hills !
Of ever-enduring men. The truly great Or on the lonely high-road, when the Have all one age, and from one visible stars
Shed influence! They, both in power Plucking the poisons of self-harm! And and act,
80 Are permanent, and Time is not with Such intertwine beseems
beseems triumphal them,
Nor do thou, fame
Sage Bard ! impair the memory of that Among the archives of mankind, thy
Of thy communion with my nobler Makes audible a linked lay of Truth,
mind Of Truth profound a sweet continuous By pity or grief, already felt too long ! lay,
Nor let my words import more blame Not learnt, but native, her own natural
[is nigh notes !
60 The tumult rose and ceased : for Peace Ah ! as I listen'd with a heart forlorn, Where wisdom's voice has found a The pulses of my being beat anew :
[storms, And even as life returns upon the Amid the howl of more than wintry drowned,
The halcyon hears the voice of vernal Life's joy rekindling roused a throng of
Already on the wing. Keen pangs of Love, awakening as babe
Eve following eve, Turbulent, with an outcry in the heart ; Dear tranquil time, when the sweet sense And fears self-willed, that shunned the
of Home eye of hope ;
Is sweetest ! moments for their own sake And hope that scarce would know itself
hailed from fear;
And more desired, more precious, for Sense of past youth, and manhood come
thy song, in vain,
In silence listening, like a devout And genius given, and knowledge won
child, in vain ;
70 My soul lay passive, by thy various And all which I had culled in wood
strain walks wild,
Driven as in surges now beneath the And all which patient toil had reared,
stars, and all,
With momentary stars of my own birth, Commune with thee had opened out- Fair constellated foam, still darting off but flowers
Into the darkness; now a tranquil sea, Strewed on my corse, and borne upon Outspread and bright, yet swelling to
the moon. In the same coffin, for the self-same
And when - 0 Friend ! my comforter
and guide! That way no more ! and ill beseems Strong in thyself, and powerful to give
strength !-Who came a welcomer in herald's | Thy long sustained Song finally closed, guise,
And thy deep voice had ceased - yet Singing of glory, and futurity,
thou thyself To wander back on such unhealthful Wert still before my eyes, and round us road,
How warm this woodland wild recess!
THE HAPPY HUSBAND
OFT, oft methinks, the while with thee, As if to have you yet more near.
I breathe, as from the heart, thy dear
And dedicated name, I hear
A promise and a mystery,
A pledge of more than passing life,
Yea, in that very name of Wife !
A pulse of love, that ne'er can sleep! And high o'er head the sky - lark
A feeling that upbraids the heart shrills.
With happiness beyond desert,
That gladness half requests to weep! III
Nor bless I not the keener sense
And unalarming turbulence No voice as yet had made the air
Be music with your name ; yet why
That asking look ? that yearning sigh? Of transient joys, that ask no sting That sense of promise every where?
From jealous fears, or coy denying ; Beloved ! flew your spirit by ?
But born beneath Love's brooding
Wheel out their giddy moment, then As when a mother doth explore
Resign the soul to love again.
A more precipitated vein
Of notes, that eddy in the flow So deeply had I been beguiled.
Of smoothest song, they come, they
And leave their sweeter understrain
Its own sweet self-a love of Thee You stood before me like a thought,
That seems, yet cannot greater be! A dream remembered in a dream.
But not from me shall this mild darkness
steal thee : My eyes make pictures, when they are I dream thee with mine eyes, and at my
heart I feel thee ! I see a fountain, large and fair, A willow and a ruined hut,
Thine eyelash on my cheek doth playAnd thee, and me and Mary there.
'Tis Mary's hand upon my brow ! O Mary! make thy gentle lap our
But let me check this tender lay pillow !
Which none may hear but she and
thou ! Bend o'er us, like a bower, my beautiful
Like the still hive at quiet midnight green willow !
Murmur it to yourselves, ye two beloved A wild-rose roofs the ruined shed,
? 1807. And that and summer well agree : And lo! where Mary leans her head, Two dear names carved upon the tree !
TO TWO SISTERS And Mary's tears, they are not tears of sorrow :
[MRS. MORGAN AND Miss BRENT] Our sister and our friend will both be
A WANDERER'S FAREWELL here to-morrow.
To know, to esteem, to love,--and then 'Twas day! but now few, large, and
Makes up life's tale to many a feeling The stars are round the crescent
heart; moon !
Alas for some abiding-place of love, And now it is a dark warm night, O’er which my spirit, like the mother The balmiest of the month of June !
dove, A glow-worm fall'n, and on the marge Might brood with warming wings!
remounting Shines, and its shadow shines, fit stars
O fair ! O kind ! for our sweet fountain.
Sisters in blood, yet each with each in
twined O ever-ever be thou blest !
More close by sisterhood of heart and For dearly, Asra ! love I thee !
mind ! This brooding warmth across my
Me disinherited in form and face breast,
By nature, and mishap of outward This depth of tranquil bliss—ah,
grace; me !
Who, soul and body, through one guiltFount, tree and shed are gone, I know
less fault not whither,
Waste daily with the poison of sad But in one quiet room we three are still
Me did you soothe, when solace hoped I
none ! The shadows dance upon the wall, And as on unthaw'd ice the winter sun, By the still dancing fire - flames Though stern the frost, though brief the made;
genial day, And now they slumber moveless all ! You bless my heart with many a cheerful And now they melt to one deep
ray ; shade!
For gratitude suspends the heart's despair,
Reflecting bright though cold your image Yet still she flutters o'er her grave's green there.
slope : Nay more! its music by some sweeter For Love's despair is but the ghost of strain
Hope ! Makes us live o'er our happiest hours again,
Sweet Sisters! were you placed around Hope re-appearing dim in memory's
one hearth guise
With those, your other selves in shape Even thus did you call up before mine
and worth, eyes
Far rather would I sit in solitude, Two dear, dear Sisters, prized all price Fond recollections all my fond heart's above,
food, Sisters, like you, with more than sisters' And dream of you, sweet Sisters ! (ah!
not mine !) So like you they, and so in you were And only dream of you (ah! dream and seen
50 Their relative statures, tempers, looks, Than boast the presence and partake and mien,
the pride, That oft, dear ladies ! you have been to And shine in the eye, of all the world me
1807. At once a vision and reality. Sight seem'd a sort of memory, and
A TOMBLESS EPITAPH amaze Mingled a trouble with affection's gaze.
'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane ! Oft to my eager soul I whisper blame, 30 (So call him, for so mingling blame with A Stranger bid it feel the Stranger's
And smiles with anxious looks, his My eager soul, impatient of the name,
earliest friends, No strangeness owns, no Stranger's form Masking his birth-name, wont to chardescries :
acter The chidden heart spreads trembling on
His wild-wood fancy and impetuous zeal)
'Tis true that, passionate for ancient First-seen I gazed, as I would look you
And honouring with religious love the My best-beloved regain'd their youth in
Of elder times, he hated to excess, And still I ask, though now familiar with an unquiet and intolerant scorn, grown,
The hollow puppets of an, hollow age, Are you for their sakes dear, or for your Ever idolatrous, and changing ever own?
Its worthless idols ! Learning, power,
and time, O doubly dear! may Quiet with you (Too much of all) thus wasting in vain dwell!
war In Grief I love you, yet I love you Of fervid colloquy.
Of fervid colloquy. Sickness, 'tis true, well!
40 Whole years of weary days, besieged him Hope long is dead to me! an orphan's
Even to the gates and inlets of his life! Love wept despairing o'er his nurse's But it is true, no less, that strenuous, bier.