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“Do you not hear the Aziola cry?
Said Mary, as we sate
And I, who thought
Asked, “Who is Aziola ?” How elate
And Mary saw my soul,
'Tis nothing but a little downy owl.”
Sad Aziola ! many an eventide
Thy music I had heard
And fields and marshes wide,
The soul ever stirred ;
SWIFTER far than summer's flight -
Art thou come and gone
I am left alone, alone.
The swallow summer comes again
To fly with thee, false as thou.
Sunny leaves from any bough.
Lilies for a bridal bed -
Pansies let my flowers be:
Waste one hope, one fear for me.
Oh, world ! oh, life ! oh, time !
Trembling at that where I had stood before ; When will return the glory of your prime ?
No more — 0, never more !
Out of the day and night
Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight
No more — O, never more !
TO EDWARD WILLIAMS.
THE serpent is shut out from paradise.
The wounded deer must seek the herb no more
In which its heart-cure lies :
The widowed dove must cease to haunt a bower Like that from which its mate with feigned sighs
Fled in the April hour.
I too must seldom seek again Near happy friends a mitigated pain.
Of hatred I am proud, — with scorn content ;
Indifference, that once hurt me, now is grown
But, not to speak of love, pity alone Can break a spirit already more than bent.
The miserable one
Turns the mind's poison into food, Its medicine is tears, — its evil good.
Therefore, if now I see you seldomer,
Dear friends, dear friend ! know that I only fly
Your looks, because they stir
Griefs that should sleep, and hopes that cannot die : The very comfort that they minister
I scarce can bear, yet I,
So deeply is the arrow gone,
When I return to my cold home, you ask
Why I am not as I have ever been.
You spoil me for the task
Of acting a forced part in life's dull scene,Of wearing on my brow the idle mask
Of author, great or mean,
In the world's carnival. I sought Peace thus, and but in you I found it not.
Full half an hour, to-day, I tried my lot
With various flowers, and every one still said,
« She loves me loves me not."