Yet show her once, ye heavenly Powers, One of some worthier race than ours! One for whose sake she once might prove How deeply she who scorns can love. His eyes be like the starry lights- The magic of the universe! And she to him will reach her hand, Then will she weep; with smiles, till then, Their pure, unwavering, deep disdain. EUPHROSYNE. I MUST not say that thou wast true, Truth-what is truth? Two bleeding hearts, Wounded by men, by fortune tried, Outwearied with their lonely parts, Vow to beat henceforth side by side. The world to them was stern and drear But souls whom some benignant breath Hath charm'd at birth from gloom and care, These ask no love, these plight no faith, For they are happy as they are. The world to them may homage make, And garlands for their forehead weave; And what the world can give, they takeBut they bring more than they receive. They shine upon the world! Their ears To one demand alone are coy; They will not give us love and tears, They bring us light and warmth and joy. It was not love which heaved thy breast, CALAIS SANDS. A THOUSAND knights have rein'd their steeds To watch this line of sand-hills run, Along the never-silent Strait, To Calais glittering in the sun; To look tow'rd Ardres' Golden Field Across this wide aërial plain, Which glows as if the Middle Age Oh, that to share this famous scene, I saw, upon the open sand, Thy lovely presence at my side, Thy shawl, thy look, thy smile, thy hand! How exquisite thy voice would come, My darling, on this lonely air! How sweetly would the fresh sea-breeze Shake loose some band of soft brown hair! Yet now my glance but once hath roved To England's cliffs my gaze is turn'd, Thou comest! Yes! the vessel's cloud Hangs dark upon the rolling sea. Oh, that yon sea-bird's wings were mine, I must not spring to grasp thy hand, And spell thy looks, and guess thy thoughts, To-morrow hurry through the fields |