XIII. Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. XIV. Chorus hymeneal Or triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine, would be all But an empty vaunt A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. XV. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? XVI. With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. XVII. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream? XVIII. We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought XIX. Yet, if we could scorn Hate and pride and fear, If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. XX. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground? XXI. Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know; Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow The world should listen then as I am listening now. ΤΟ I FEAR thy kisses, gentle maiden ; Ever to burden thine. I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion; With which I worship thine. SONG OF PROSERPINE, WHILST GATHERING FLOWERS ON THE PLAIN OF ENNA. SACRED Goddess, Mother Earth, Thou from whose immortal bosom If with mists of evening dew Thou dost nourish these young flowers Fairest children of the Hours, Breathe thine influence most divine THE TWO SPIRITS. AN ALLEGORY. FIRST SPIRIT. O THOU who plumed with strong desire Night is coming! Bright are the regions of the air, SECOND SPIRIT. The deathless stars are bright above : And the moon will smile with gentle light And make night day. FIRST SPIRIT. But if the whirlwinds of darkness waken The red swift clouds of the hurricane Yon declining sun have overtaken, The clash of the hail sweeps over the plainNight is coming! SECOND SPIRIT. I see the light, and I hear the sound. I'll sail on the flood of the tempest dark, With the calm within and the light around Which makes night day : And thou, when the gloom is deep and stark, Look from thy dull earth, slumber-bound; My moonlike flight thou then mayst mark On high, far away. Some say there is a precipice Where one vast pine is frozen to ruin O'er piles of snow and chasms of ice Mid Alpine mountains ; And that the languid storm, pursuing Round those hoar branches, aye renewing Some say, when nights are dry and clear, Sweet whispers are heard by the traveller, And a silver shape like his early love doth pass, Upborne by her wild and glittering hair; And, when he wakes on the fragrant grass, He finds night day. ODE TO NAPLES. EPODE I. a. I STOOD within the city disinterred; And heard the autumnal leaves like light footfalls Of spirits passing through the streets; and heard The mountain's slumberous voice at intervals Thrill through those roofless halls. The oracular thunder penetrating shook The listening soul in my suspended blood : I felt that Earth out of her deep heart spoke- A plane of light between two heavens of azure. Around me gleamed many a bright sepulchre, As in the sculptor's thought, and there Because the crystal silence of the air Weighed on their life, even as the Power divine EPODE II. a Then gentle winds arose, With many a mingled close Of wild Æolian sound and mountain-odour keen. And where the Baian ocean Welters, with air-like motion, Within, above, around its bowers of starry green, Floats o'er the Elysian realm, It bore me (like an angel o'er the waves I sailed where ever flows Under the calm serene |