We paused before the heritage of men, Thus, in discourse, the lovers whiled away The night that waned, and waned, and brought no day. They fell: for Heaven to them no hope imparts Who hear not for the beating of their hearts. "THE HAPPIEST DAY, THE HAPPIEST ΤΗ HOUR " HE happiest day, the happiest hour My seared and blighted heart hath known, The highest hope of pride and power, I feel hath flown. Of power, said I? yes! such I ween; But they have vanished long, alas! The visions of my youth have been And, pride, what have I now with thee? But were that hope of pride and power Now offered, with the pain Even then I felt, — that brightest hour I would not live again. For on its wing was dark alloy, An essence, powerful to destroy STANZAS How often we forget all time, when lone 1 the intense BYRON: The Island. N youth have I known one with whom the Earth, In secret, communing held, as he with it, In daylight, and in beauty from his birth; Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth A passionate light—such for his spirit was fit And yet that spirit knew not, in the hour 2 Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought The unembodied essence, and no more, That with a quickening spell doth o'er us pass Doth o'er us pass, when, as the expanding eye With a strange sound, as of a harp-string broken, 4 Of what in other worlds shall be, and given "T EVENING STAR WAS noontide of summer, And stars, in their orbits, On her cold smile, Too cold - too cold for me; There passed, as a shroud, And I turned away to thee, In thy glory afar, And dearer thy beam shall be; For joy to my heart Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire Thy distant fire Than that colder, lowly light. |