"But, list, Ianthe! when the air so soft Sprang from her station, on the winds apart, And rolled, a flame, the fiery heaven athwart. Methought, my sweet one, then I ceased to soar, And fell-not swiftly as I rose before, But with a downward, tremulous motion thro' "We came and to thy Earth-but not to us As glowing Beauty's bust beneath man's eye, And thy star trembled—as doth Beauty then!" Thus, in discourse, the lovers whiled away The night that waned and waned and brought no day. SONNET-TO SCIENCE. CIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood To seek a shelter in some happier star? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree? Thou art an emblem of the glow But when within thy wave she looks- Her worshipper resembles ; His heart which trembles at the beam Of her soul-searching eyes. |