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ARELY, rarely, comest thou,
Spirit of Delight! wherefore hast thou left me now many
day and night? many a weary night and day 'tis since thou art fled away.
How shall ever one like me
win thee back again ?
thou wilt scoff at pain.
As a lizard with the shade
of a trembling leaf,
even the sighs of grief
259 I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of Delight!
and the starry night ;
I love snow and all the forms
of the radiant frost;
I love Love—though he has wings,
and like light can flee,
Spirit, I love thee-
P. B. SHELLEY
OW sweet the answer Echo makes ·
to Music at night
THE WINTER'S EVENING
'HE sun is sinking in the fiery west;
the lightning, like an eagle from its nest,
in dazzling circles round the mountain springs ;
the groaning forest in the whirlwind swings, strewing the marble cliffs with branches hoar;
with cries of startled wolves the valley rings: and when the sullen sounds of earth are o’er, ocean lifts up his voice, and thunders on the shore. Now close the portal !—'Tis the hour of hours !
though ancient Winter lords it o'er the sky, and the snow thickens on our leafless bowers;
for now the few we love on earth are nigh.
Ianthe ! shall the livelong eve pass by without one song from that red lip of thine?.
come, fill the bowls, and heap the faggots high ! to birds and flowers let Summer's morning shine, to nobler man alone the Winter eve's divine.
TO LUCASTA, ON GOING BEYOND THE SEAS
F to be absent were to be
away from thee;
you or I were alone ;
then, my Lucasta, might I crave pity from blustering wind, or swallowing wave. Though seas and land betwixt us both,
our faith and troth, like separated souls,
all time and space controls:
above the highest sphere we meet unseen, unknown, and greet as Angels greet. So then we do anticipate
if thus our lips and eyes
can speak like spirits unconfined in Heaven, their earthy bodies left behind.
THEN riseth Lacedæmon's hardihood,
when Thebes Epaminondas rears again, when Athens' children are with hearts endued, when Grecian mothers shall give birth to men, then may'st thou be restored ; but not till then. A thousand years scarce serve to form a state ; an hour may lay it in the dust, and when
can man its shatter'd splendour renovate, recall its virtues back, and vanquish Time and Fate ?
Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ;
still in his beam Mendeli's marbles glare ;
THE DEATH OF ASTROPHEL
O! what is now of it become aread ?
Ay me! can so divine a thing be dead ?
and compast all about with roses sweet,
and daintie violets from head to feet. There thousand birds, all of celestiall brood, to him do sweetly caroll day and night ; and with straunge notes, of him well understood, lull him asleep in Angelick delight;
whilest in sweet dreame to him presented bee immortall beauties, which no eye may see.
with garlands gay of various green ;
R. HEBER 266
TO MY LORD OF LEICESTER
OT that thy trees at Penshurst groan
oppressed with their timely load;
that their great Lord is now abroad:
and think themselves unjustly slain
whose arrows they would gladly stain: no, nor thy friends, which hold too dear that peace with France, which keeps thee there. All these are less than that great cause
which now exacts your presence here;
of public and domestic care:
HYMN TO DIANA
UEEN and Huntress, chaste and fair,
now the sun is laid to sleep,
Hesperus entreats thy light,
goddess excellently bright.
dare itself to interpose;
bless us then with wished sight,
goddess excellently bright.
and thy crystal-shining quiver:
thou that makest a day of night,