ΤΟ 'OT long ago, the writer of these lines, In the mad pride of intellectuality, Maintained the power of words,' denied that ever A thought arose within the human brain Beyond the utterance of the human tongue : That hangs like chains of pearl on Hermon hill,”- Than even the seraph harper, Israfel, (Who has "the sweetest voice of all God's creatures,") To where the prospect terminates—thee only. I SAW thee once- -once only-years ago : A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring, With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber, Roses that grew in an enchanted garden, That gave out, in return for the love-light, Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death— Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses LAD all in white, upon a violet bank I saw thee half reclining; while the moon Fell on the upturn'd faces of the roses, Was it not Fate, that, on this July midnight- (Ah, bear in mind this garden was enchanted!) |