III. "Sleep, sleep, and with the slumber of The dead and the unborn Forget thy life and love; Forget that thou must wake for ever; Forget the world's dull scorn; Forget lost health, and the divine Feelings which died in youth's brief morn; And forget me, for I can never Be thine. IV. "Like a cloud big with a May shower, My soul weeps healing rain, It breathes mute music on thy sleep; Its light within thy gloomy breast Spreads like a second youth again. By mine thy being is to its deep Possest. V. "The spell is done. How feel you now?" "Better-Quite well," replied The sleeper."What would do You good when suffering and awake? What cure your head and side? — ' "What would cure, that would kill me, Jane: And as I must on earth abide Awhile, yet tempt me not to break My chain." LINES. I. WHEN the lamp is shattered When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, II. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute: No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell. When hearts have once mingled To endure what it once possest. The frailty of all things here, Why choose you the frailest For your cradle, your home and your bier? IV. Its passions will rock thee As the storms rock the ravens on high: Bright reason will mock thee, Like the sun from a wintry sky. From thy nest every rafter Will rot, and thine eagle home Leave thee naked to laughter, When leaves fall and cold winds come. TO JANE-THE INVITATION. BEST and brightest, come away! Which, like thee to those in sorrow, The brightest hour of unborn Spring, Found, it seems, the halcyon Morn Bending from Heaven, in azure mirth, And like a prophetess of May Strewed flowers upon the barren way, Like one on whom thou smilest, dear. Away, away, from men and towns, Where the soul need not repress To take what this sweet hour yields ;· To-day is for itself enough; With smiles, nor follow where I go; |