3 Doth o'er us pass, when, as th' expanding eye Will start, which lately slept in apathy? And yet it need not be (that object) hid From us in life but common which doth lie Each hour before us - but then only, bid With a strange sound, as of a harp-string broken, 4 Of what in other worlds shall be - and given throne With desperate energy 't hath beaten down ; whose A DREAM. IN visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departedBut a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day That holy dream that holy dream, What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar What could there be more purely bright In Truth's day-star? "THE HAPPIEST DAY, THE HAPPIEST HOUR." THE happiest day the happiest hour My seared and blighted heart hath known, Of power ! said I? yes ! such I ween; And, pride, what have I now with thee? The happiest day -the happiest hour But were that hope of pride and power For on its wing was dark alloy, And as it flutter'd - fell An essence - powerful to destroy THE LAKE: TO IN spring of youth it was my lot Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, But when the Night had thrown her pall And the mystic wind went by Then ah then I would awake A feeling, not the jewelled mine Could teach or bribe me to define Nor Love - although the Love were thine. Death was in that poisonous wave, And in its gulf a fitting grave For him who thence could solace bring To his lone imagining Whose solitary soul could make An Eden of that dim lake. SONNETTO SCIENCE. SCIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art ! Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree? |