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Of simbing heaven and going on the earth,
Wandering companioniess

Among the stars that have a different biri —
And ever changing lee a press eye

That fods no object worth is constancy?

LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY.

I.

THE fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle ;-
Why not I with thine?

II.

See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven,
If it disdained it's brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What are all these kissings worth,

If thou kiss not me?

Streaming among the streams;-
Her steps pared with green

The downward carize

Which sopes to the westem gleams:

And gliding and springing

She went, ever singing

In moms as soé as sleep;

The Earth seemed to love her,

And Heaven sled above ber, As she lingered towards the deep.

II.

Then Alpheus bold,

On his glacier cold,

With his trident the mountains strook; And opened a chasm

In the rocks; - with the spasm

All Erymanthus shook.

And the black south wind

It concealed behind

The urns of the silent snow,

And earthquake and thunder

Did rend in sunder

The bars of the springs below:

The beard and the hair

Of the River-god were

Seen through the torrent's sweep,
As he followed the light
Of the fleet nymph's flight
To the brink of the Dorian deep.

III.

Oh, save me! Oh, guide me!
And bid the deep hide me,

For he grasps me now by the hair!"

The loud Ocean heard,

To its blue depth stirred, And divided at her prayer ;

And under the water

The Earth's white daughter Fled like a sunny beam;

Behind her descended

Her billows, unblended

With the brackish Dorian stream:

Like a gloomy stain

On the emerald main

Alpheus rushed behind,—

As an eagle pursuing

A dove to its ruin

Down the streams of the cloudy wind.

IV.

Under the bowers

Where the Ocean Powers Sit on their pearlèd thrones, Through the coral woods Of the weltering floods, Over heaps of unvalued stones;

Through the dim beams

Which amid the streams Weave a net-work of coloured light;

And under the caves,

Where the shadowy waves

Are as green as the forest's night :