A beautiful creature,
That is gentle by nature?
Beneath the summer sky
From flower to flower let him fly;
'Tis all that he wishes to do.
The cheerer Thou of our in-door sadness, He is the friend of our summer gladness: What hinders, then, that ye should be Playmates in the sunny weather, And fly about in the air together! His beautiful wings in crimson are drest, A crimson as bright as thine own: Would'st thou be happy in thy nest, O pious Bird! whom man loves best, Love him, or leave him alone!
"WHO but hails the sight with pleasure When the wings of genius rise, Their ability to measure
With great enterprise ; But in man was ne'er such daring As yon Hawk exhibits, pairing His brave spirit with the war in
The stormy skies!
Mark him, how his power he uses, Lays it by, at will resumes! Mark, ere for his haunt he chooses
Clouds and utter glooms! There, he wheels in downward mazes; Sunward now his flight he raises, Catches fire, as seems, and blazes With uninjured plumes !"-
Much did it taunt the humble Light
Man and Maidens wheel, They themselves make the reel,
And their music's a prey which they seize; It plays not for them,-what matter? 'tis theirs ; And if they had care, it has scattered their cares, While they dance, crying, "Long as ye please!"
That now, when day was fled, and night Hushed the dark earth, fast closing weary eyes,
A very reptile could presume
To show her taper in the gloom,
As if in rivalship with One Who sate a ruler on his throne Erected in the skies.
"Exalted Star!" the Worm replied, "Abate this unbecoming pride, Or with a less uneasy lustre shine; Thou shrink'st as momently thy rays Are mastered by the breathing haze; While neither mist, nor thickest cloud That shapes in heaven its murky shroud, Hath power to injure mine.
But not for this do I aspire To match the spark of local fire,
That at my will burns on the dewy lawn, With thy acknowledged glories;-No! Yet, thus upbraided, I may show What favours do attend me here, Till, like thyself, I disappear Before the purple dawn."
When this in modest guise was said, Across the welkin seemed to spread
A boding sound-for aught but sleep unfit! Hills quaked, the rivers backward ran; That Star, so proud of late, looked wan;
And reeled with visionary stir
In the blue depth, like Lucifer
Cast headlong to the pit!
Fire raged and, when the spangled floor
Of ancient ether was no more,
New heavens succeeded, by the dream brought forth: And all the happy Souls that rode Transfigured through that fresh abode, Had heretofore, in humble trust, Shone meekly mid their native dust, The Glow-worms of the earth!
This knowledge, from an Angel's voice Proceeding, made the heart rejoice Of Him who slept upon the open lea: Waking at morn he murmured not;
A pregnant dream, within whose shadowy bounds And, till life's journey closed, the spot
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