Like some poor nigh-related guest, Yet hath outstay'd his welcome while, A DAY DREAM. My eyes make pictures, when they are shut: I see a fountain, large and fair, A willow and a ruined hut, And thee, and me and Mary there. O Mary! make thy gentle lap our pillow! Bend o'er us, like a bower, my beautiful green willow! A wild-rose roofs the ruined shed, And that and summer well agree : Two dear names carved upon the tree ! 'Twas day! But now few, large, and bright The stars are round the crescent moon! And now it is a dark warm night, The balmiest of the month of June! A glow-worm fallen, and on the marge remounting O ever-ever be thou blest! For dearly, Asra, love I thee! This brooding warmth across my breast, This depth of tranquil bliss-ah me! Fount, tree, and shed are gone, I know not whither, The shadows dance upon the wall, By the still dancing fire-flames made; And now they slumber, moveless all! And now they melt to one deep shade! But not from me shall this mild darkness steal thee: I dream thee with mine eyes, and at my heart I feel thee! Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play- Which none may hear but she and thou! FIRST ADVENT OF LOVE. O FAIR is Love's first hope to gentle mind! NAMES. I ASKED my fair one happy day, What I should call her in my lay; By what sweet name from Rome or Greece; Lalage, Neæra, Chloris, Sappho, Lesbia, or Doris, Arethusa or Lucrece. "Ah!" replied my gentle fair, "Beloved, what are names but air? Choose thou whatever suits the line; Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage or Doris, Only, only call me Thine.' DESIRE. WHERE true Love burns Desire is Love's pure flame; It is the reflex of our earthly frame, That takes its meaning from the nobler part, And but translates the language of the heart. *See Lessing's Lieder. Die Namen. LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP OPPOSITE. HER attachment may differ from yours in degree, But Friendship how tender so ever it be Gives nò accord to Love, however refin'd. Love, that meets not with Love, its true nature revealing, If you can not lift hers up to your state of feeling, NOT AT HOME. THAT Jealousy may rule a mind She has a strange cast in her ee, Ask for her and she'll be denied TO A LADY, OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVATION THAT WOMEN HAVE NO SOULS. NAY, dearest Anna! why so grave? I said, you had no soul, 'tis true! For what you are, you can not have : 'Tis I, that have one since I first had you! I HAVE heard of reasons manifold What outward form and feature are He seeth with the heart. LINES SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS OF BERENGARIUS. No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the Pope By him to be acquitted, as I hope; By him to be condemned, as I fear. REFLECTION ON THE ABOVE. Lynx amid moles! had I stood by thy bed, All are not strong alike through storms to steer Right onward. What? though dread of threaten'd des That truth, from which, through fear, thou twice didst And myriads had reached Heaven, who never knew Ye, who secure 'mid trophies not your own, No host of friends with kindred zeal did burn! Like the weak worm that gems the starless night, And was it strange if he withdrew the ray The ascending day-star with a bolder eye SANCTI DOMINICI PALLIUM; A DIALOGUE BETWEEN POET AND FRIEND, FOUND WRITTEN ON THE BLANK LEAF AT THE BEGINNING OF BUTLER'S BOOK OF THE CHURCH. POET. I NOTE the moods and feelings men betray, These best reveal the smooth man's inward creed! made up of impudence and trick, With cloven tongue prepared to hiss and lick, |