II.

Come, be happy!—sit near me:
Sad as I may seem to thee,
I am happier far than thou,
Lady, whose imperial brow
Is endiademed with woe.

III.

Misery! we have known each other,
Like a sister and a brother

Living in the same lone home,
Many years- we must live some

Hours or ages yet to come.

IV.

'Tis an evil lot, and yet

Let us make the best of it;
If love lives when pleasure dies,

We will love, till in our eyes
This heart's Hell seem Paradise.

V.

Come, be happy!-lie thee down
On the fresh grass newly mown,
Where the Grasshopper doth sing
Merrily - one joyous thing
In a world of sorrowing!

VI.

There our tent shall be the willow,

And thine arm shall be my pillow;

Sounds and odours sorrowful

Because they once were sweet, shall lull

Us to slumber, deep and dull.

VII.

Ha! thy frozen pulses flutter

With a love thou darest not utter.

Thou art murmuring-thou art weeping

Is thine icy bosom leaping

While my burning heart lies sleeping?

VIII.

Kiss me; -oh! thy lips are cold:
Round my neck thine arms enfold
They are soft, but chill and dead;
And thy tears upon my head

Burn like points of frozen lead.

Underneath the grave 'tis spread :
In darkness may our love be hid,
Oblivion be our coverlid-

We may rest, and none forbid.

X.

Clasp me till our hearts be grown
Like two shadows into one;

Till this dreadful transport may

Like a vapour fade away,

In the sleep that lasts alway.

XI.

We may dream, in that long sleep,
That we are not those who weep;
E'en as Pleasure dreams of thee,
Life-deserting Misery,

Thou mayst dream of her with me.

XII.

Let us laugh, and make our mirth,
At the shadows of the earth,

As dogs bay the moonlight clouds,
Which, like spectres wrapt in shrouds,

Pass o'er night in multitudes.

XIII.

All the wide world, beside us

Show like multitudinous

Puppets passing from a scene;

What but mockery can they mean,

Where I am

where thou hast been?

SONG FOR "TASSO."

I LOVED

I.

alas! our life is love;

But when we cease to breathe and move I do suppose love ceases too.

I thought, but not as now I do,

Keen thoughts and bright of linked lore,
Of all that men had thought before,
And all that nature shows, and more.

II.

And still I love and still I think,
But strangely, for my heart can drink

The dregs of such despair, and live,
And love;

And if I think, my thoughts come fast,
I mix the present with the past,
And each seems uglier than the last.

III.

Sometimes I see before me flee

A silver spirit's form, like thee,

O Leonora, and I sit

Still watching it,

Till by the grated casement's ledge
It fades, with such a sigh, as sedge
Breathes o'er the breezy streamlet's edge.

PALACE-ROOF of cloudless nights!

Paradise of golden lights!

Deep, immeasurable, vast,

Which art now, and which wert then!
Of the present and the past,
Of the eternal where and when,
Presence-chamber, temple, home,
Ever-canopying dome,

Of acts and ages yet to come!

Glorious shapes have life in thee,
Earth, and all earth's company;
Living globes which ever throng
Thy deep chasms and wildernesses;
And green worlds that glide along;
And swift stars with flashing tresses;

And icy moons most cold and bright,
And mighty suns beyond the night,
Atoms of intensest light.