With points of blast-borne hail their | Athwart the veils of evils which infold heated eyne! So their wan limbs no more might come between The moon and the moon's reflex in the night, thee. We beat upon our aching hearts in rage; We cry for thee; we deem the world thy tomb. As dwellers in lone planets look upon Nor blot with floating shades the solar The mighty disk of their majestic sun, Hollowed in awful chasms of wheeling light. gloom, Making their day dim, so we gaze on thee. Come, thou of many crowns, white-robed love, Oh! rend the veil in twain: all men adore thee; Heaven crieth after thee; earth waiteth for thee; Breathe on thy wingéd throne, and it shall move In music and in light o'er land and sea. Both alike, they buzz together, Where in a creeping cove the wave unshockéd Lays itself calm and wide. Do woo each other, carolling together. Both alike, they sing together, Arching blue-glosséd necks beneath the purple weather. Two children lovelier than Love adown the lea are singing, As they gambol, lily-garlands ever string ing: Both in blosmwhite silk are frockéd: Like, unlike, they roam together Under a summer vault of golden weather: Like, unlike, they sing together Mid May's darling golden lock- Summer's tanling diamond eyed. SONG. Whither away, whither away, whither away Fly no more: Whither away wi' the singing sail? Furl the sail and the foam will fall Know danger and trouble and toil no more, Whither away wi' the sail and the oar? Whither away wi' the sail? whither away wi' the oar? Day and night to the billow the fountain calls: Down shower the gambolling water- From wandering over the lea; High over the full-toned sea. From the green seabanks the rose To the happy brimmed sea. Come hither, come hither and be our lords, For merry brides are we : We will kiss sweet kisses, and speak sweet words. O listen, listen, your eyes shall glis ΤΟ 415 Whither away? Drop the oar; O fly no more— no more: Whither away, whither away, whither away with the sail and the oar? Οἱ ρέοντες. I. All men do walk in sleep, and all II. There is no rest, no calm, no pause, For nothing is, but all is made. ALL thoughts, all creeds, all dreams are For all things are as they seem to all, And all things flow like a stream. Argal-this very opinion is only true relatively to the flowing philosophers. POEMS PUBLISHED IN THE EDITION OF 1833, AND OMITTED IN LATER EDITIONS. SONNET. MINE be the strength of spirit fierce and free, Like some broad river rushing down alone, With the selfsame impulse wherewith he was thrown From his loud fount upon the echoing lea: Which with increasing might doth forward flee By town, and tower, and hill, and cape, and isle, And in the middle of the green salt sea Keeps his blue waters fresh for many a mile. Mine be the Power which ever to its sway ΤΟ I. ALL good things have not kept aloof, THE North-wind fall'n, in the new-starréd night Zidonian Hanno, voyaging beyond Heard neither warbling of the nightingale, That ran bloom-bright into the Atlantic blue, Beneath a highland leaning down a weight Ofcliffs, and zoned below with cedar shade, Came voices, like the voices in a dream, Continuous, till he reached the outer sea. |