Or sometimes they swell and move, With motions of the outer sea: And the self-same influence Controlleth all the soul and sense VIII. But when I see thee roam, with tresses unconfined, While the amorous, odorous wind Breathes low between the sunset and the moon; Or, in a shadowy saloon, On silken cushions half reclined; I watch thy grace; and in its place And a languid fire creeps Thro' my veins to all my frame, Dissolvingly and slowly soon From thy rose-red lips My name With dinning sound my ears are rife, My tremulous tongue faltereth, I lose my colour, I lose my breath, I drink the cup of a costly death, Brimm'd with delirious draughts of warmest life. I die with my delight, before I hear what I would hear from thee; Yet tell my name again to me, I would be dying evermore, So dying ever, Eleänore. I. My life is full of weary days, But good things have not kept aloof, Nor wander'd into other ways: I have not lack'd thy mild reproof, Nor golden largess of thy praise. And now shake hands across the brink II. When in the darkness over me The four-handed mole shall scrape, Plant thou no dusky cypress-tree, Nor wreathe thy cap with doleful crape, And when the sappy field and wood Grow green beneath the showery gray, And thro' damp holts new-flush'd with may, Then let wise Nature work her will, And on my clay her darnel grow; And at my headstone whisper low, EARLY SONNETS. I. AHH ΤΟ As when with downcast eyes we muse and brood, To lapse far back in some confused dream If one but speaks or hems or stirs his chair, |