To thee the laurels belong, Best bard, because the wisest ! Merrily live, and long! The ecstasies above With thy burning measures suit— Thy grief, thy joy, thy hate, thy love, With the fervour of thy luteWell may the stars be mute! Yes, heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely-flowers, And the shadow of thy perfect bliss Is the sunshine of ours. If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky. HERE are some qualities-some incorporate things, A type of that twin entity which springs From matter and light, evinc'd in solid and shade. There is a two-fold Silence-sea and shore Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places, Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces, Some human memories and tearful lore, : Render him terrorless his name's "No More." Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf, HOU wouldst be loved?-then let thy heart Thy grace, thy more than beauty, How many memories of what radiant hours At sight of thee and thine at once awake! How many scenes of what departed bliss! How many thoughts of what entombed hopes! How many visions of a maiden that is No more—no more upon thy verdant slopes! No more! alas, that magical sad sound Transforming all! Thy charms shall please no more— Thy memory no more! Accursed ground! Henceforth I hold thy flower-enamelled shore, O hyacinthine isle! O purple Zante! "Isola d'oro! Fior di Levante!" BRIDAL BALLAD. HE ring is on my hand, And the wreath is on my brow; Satins and jewels grand Are all at my command, And I am happy now. And my lord he loves me well; But, when first he breathed his vow, I felt my bosom swell— For the words rang as a knell, And the voice seemed his who fell In the battle down the dell, And who is happy now. But he spoke to reassure me, And thus the words were spoken, And thus the plighted vow; And though my faith be broken, And though my heart be broken, Behold the golden token That proves me happy now! Would God I could awaken ! For I dream I know not how, And my soul is sorely shaken. Lest an evil step be taken,Lest the dead who is forsaken May not be happy now. |