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As one who drinks from a charmed cup
Of foaming, and sparkling and murmuring wine, Whom, a mighty Enchantress filling up,
Invites to love rith her kiss ivine.
SUMMER was dead and Autumn was expiring,
And infant Winter laughed upon the land All cloudlessly and cold ; — when I, desiring
More in this world than any understand, Wept o'er the beauty, which like sea retiring,
Had left the earth bare as the wave-worn sand Of my lorn heart, and o'er the grass and flowers Pale for the falsehood of the flattering Hours.
Summer was dead, but I yet lived to weep
The instability of all but weeping;
Too happy Earth! over thy face shall creep
The wakening vernal airs, until thou, leaping
I loved — O no, I mean not one of
Or any earthly one, though ye are dear As human heart to human heart may be ;
I loved, I know not what — but this low sphere And all that it contains, contains not thee,
Thou, whom seen nowhere, I feel everywhere. From heaven and earth, and all that in them are, Veiled art thou, like a
By Heaven and Earth, from all whose shapes thou
flowest, Neither to be contained, delayed, nor hidden, Making divine the loftiest and the lowest,
When for a moment thou art not forbidden
And leaving noblest things vacant and chidden,
in winds, and trees, and streams, and all things common,
In music and the sweet unconscious tone Of animals, and voices which are human,
Meant to express some feelings of their own ; In the soft motions and rare smile of woman,
In flowers and leaves, and in the grass fresh-shewn, Or dying in the autumn, I the most Adore thee present or lament thee lost.
And thus I went lamenting, when I saw
A plant upon the river's margin lie,
And in despair had cast him down to die;
Had blighted ; like a heart which hatred's eye
The Heavens had wept upon it, but the Earth
Had crushed it on her unmaternal breast.
It in a vase full of the lightest mould ;
Fell through the window panes, disrobed of cold, Upon its leaves and flowers; the star which panted
In evening for the Day, whose car has rolled Over the horizon's wave, with looks of light Smiled on it from the threshold of the night.
The mitigated influences of air
And light revived the plant, and from it grew Strong leaves and tendrils, and its flowers fair,
Full as a cup with the vine's burning dew, O'erflowed with golden colours; an atmosphere
Of vital warmth infolded it anew, And every impulse sent to every part The unbeheld pulsations of its heart.
Well might the plant grow beautiful and strong,
Even if the air and sun had smiled not on it; For one wept o'er it all the winter long
Tears pure as Heaven's rain, which fell upon it
Hour after hour; for sounds of softest song
Mixed with the stringéd melodies that won it
Had loosed his heart, and shook the leaves and flowers
On which he wept, the while the savage storm Waked by the darkest of December's hours
Was raving round the chamber hushed and warm ; The birds were shivering in their leafless bowers,
The fish were frozen in the pools, the form
ROUGH wind, that moanest loud
Grief too sad for song ;
Knells all the night long;