As is quiet, wise and good; What difference? but thou dost possess I love Love VIII. though he has wings, And like light can flee, But above all other things, Spirit, I love thee Thou art love and life! O come, Make once more my heart thy home. ΤΟ MUSIC, when soft voices die, Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; MUTABILITY. I. THE flower that smiles to-day All that we wish to stay Tempts and then flies. What is this world's delight? Lightning that mocks the night, Brief even as bright. II. Virtue, how frail it is! Friendship how rare! Love, how it sells poor bliss For proud despair! But we, though soon they fall, Survive their joy, and all Which ours we call. III. Whilst skies are blue and bright, Whilst flowers are gay, Whilst eyes that change ere night Make glad the day; Whilst yet the calm hours creep, Then wake to weep. SONNET. POLITICAL GREATNESS. NOR happiness, nor majesty, nor fame, Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts, What are numbers knit Man who man would be, Must rule the empire of himself; in it Must be supreme, establishing his throne On vanquished will, quelling the anarchy Of hopes and fears, being himself alone. THE AZIOLA. I. "Do you not hear the Aziola cry? Methinks she must be nigh," Said Mary, as we sate In dusk, ere stars were lit, or candles brought; This Aziola was some tedious woman, And laughed, and said, "Disquiet yourself not; 'Tis nothing but a little downy owl." II. Sad Aziola! many an eventide Thy music I had heard By wood and stream, meadow and mountain side, And fields and marshes wide, Such as nor voice, nor lute, nor wind, nor bird, The soul ever stirred; Unlike and far sweeter than them all. Sad Aziola! from that moment I Loved thee and thy sad cry. REMEMBRANCE. I. SWIFTER far than summer's flight - Art thou come and gone· ----- As the wood when leaves are shed, I am left alone, alone. II. The swallow summer comes again - To fly with thee, false as thou. - Vainly would my winter borrow Sunny leaves from any bough. |