In thy large eyes, that, overpower'd quite, But am as nothing in its light: As tho' a star, in inmost heaven set, Should slowly round his orb, and slowly grow To a full face, there like a sun remain Fix'd-then as slowly fade again, And draw itself to what it was before; Thought seems to come and go 7. As thunder-clouds that, hung on high, Roof'd the world with doubt and fear, In a silent meditation, Falling into a still delight, And luxury of contemplation: As waves that up a quiet cove Shadow forth the banks at will: Or sometimes they swell and move, With motions of the outer sea: 8. 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 Thro' my veins to all my frame, From thy rose-red lips My name Floweth; and then, as in a swoon, With dinning sound my ears are rife, I lose my colour, I lose my breath, I hear what I would hear from thee; Yet tell my name again to me, I would be dying evermore, THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER. I SEE the wealthy miller yet, His double chin, his portly size, And who that knew him could forget The busy wrinkles round his eyes? The slow wise smile that, round about His dusty forehead drily curl'd, Seem'd half-within and half-without, And full of dealings with the world? In yonder chair I see him sit, Three fingers round the old silver cupI see his gray eyes twinkle yet At his own jest-gray eyes lit up Yet fill my glass: give me one kiss: Have I not found a happy earth ? I least should breathe a thought of pain. Would God renew me from my birth I'd almost live my life again. So sweet it seems with thee to walk, And once again to woo thee mine— It seems in after-dinner talk Across the walnuts and the wine To be the long and listless boy For even here, where I and you Have lived and loved alone so long, Each morn my sleep was broken thro' By some wild skylark's matin song. |