A LAMENT. OH, world! oh, life ! oh, time ! Trembling at that where I had stood before; When will return the glory of your prime? No more-O, never more! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight; Fresh spring, and summer, and winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, but with delight No more-O, never more! LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY. THE fountains mingle with the river, See the mountains kiss high heaven, And the moonbeams kiss the sea, January, 1820. TO E*** MADONNA, wherefore hast thou sent to me Embleming love and health, which never yet Alas, and they are wet! Is it with thy kisses or thy tears? For never rain or dew Such flagrance drew From plant or flower-the doubt endears very My sadness ever new, The sighs I breathe, the tears I shed for thee. March, 1821. ΤΟ I FEAR thy kisses, gentle maiden, I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion, Thou needest not fear mine; Innocent is the heart's devotion With which I worship thine. LINES. WHEN the lamp is shattered As music and splendour No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell. When hearts have once mingled Love first leaves the well-built nest, The weak one is singled To endure what it once possest. O, Love! who bewailest The frailty of all things here, Why choose you the frailest For cradle, your your home and your bier? |