If I look on Spring's soft heaven,— TO-MORROW. WHERE art thou, beloved To-morrow? In thy place-ah well-a-day!— THE AZIOLA. "Do you not hear the Aziola cry? In dusk, ere the stars were lit or candles brought. This Aziola was some tedious woman, How elate I felt to know that it was nothing human, No mockery of myself to fear and hate! And laughed and said, "Disquiet yourself not; Sad Aziola! many an eventide Thy music I had heard By wood and stream, meadow and mountain-side, Such as nor voice nor lute nor wind nor bird Unlike and far sweeter than they all. Loved thee and thy sad cry. A LAMENT. O WORLD! O life! O time! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight: Fresh Spring, and Summer, Autumn, and Winter hoar, REMEMBRANCE. SWIFTER far than summer's flight, The swallow summer comes again, My heart to-day desires to-morrow; Lilies for a bridal bed, On the living grave I bear TO EDWARD WILLIAMS. I. THE serpent is shut out from paradise: The wounded deer must seek the herb no more The widowed dove must cease to haunt a bower I too must seldom seek again Near happy friends a mitigated pain. 2. Of hatred I am proud,-with scorn content; Indifference, which once hurt me, is now grown 1 Itself indifferent. But, not to speak of love, pity alone Turns the mind's poison into food,— Its medicine is tears,-its evil good. 3. Therefore, if now I see you seldomer, Dear friends, dear friend! know that I only fly Griefs that should sleep, and hopes that cannot die : I scarce can bear; yet I, So deeply is the arrow gone, Should quickly perish if it were withdrawn. Of acting a forced part in life's dull scene,- In the world's carnival. I sought Peace thus, and but in you I found it not. 5. Full half an hour, to-day, I tried my lot With various flowers, and every one still said, And if this meant a vision long since fled- To speak what you may know too well)— Still there was truth in the sad oracle. 6. The crane o'er seas and forests seeks her home; When it no more would roam; The sleepless billows on the ocean's breast Where my weak heart and all its throbs will cease. 7. I asked her yesterday if she believed That I had resolution. One who had Would ne'er have thus relieved His heart with words,-but what his judgment bad To send to you, but that I know, Happy yourself, you feel another's woe. ΤΟ ONE word is too often profaned One feeling too falsely disdained One hope is too like despair I can give not what men call love : From the sphere of our sorrow? TO WHEN passion's trance is overpast It were enough to feel, to see, After the slumber of the year The woodland violets re-appear; All things revive in field or grove, And sky and sea,-but two, which move A BRIDAL SONG. THE golden gates of Sleep unbar, Where Strength and Beauty, met together, Kindle their image, like a star In a sea of glassy weather. Night, with all thy stars look down- 529 |