Idea! which bindest life around Farewell! for I have won the Earth. When Hope, the eagle that tower'd, could see No cliff beyond him in the sky, His pinions were bent droopingly – And homeward turn'd his soften'd eye. That soul will hate the ev'ning mist So often lovely, and will list To the sound of the coming darkness (known To those whose spirits harken) as one Who, in a dream of night, would fly What tho' the moon - the white moon - For all we live to know is known, I reach'd my home my home no more For all had flown who made it so. I pass'd from out its mossy door, And, tho' my tread was soft and low, Father, I firmly do believe I know for Death who comes for me From regions of the blest afar, From the most unpolluted things, Whose pleasant bowers are yet so riven Till growing bold, he laughed and leapt ΤΟ HE bowers whereat, in dreams, I see The wantonest singing birds, Are lips and all thy melody Of lip-begotten words. Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined, Then desolately fall, O God! on my funereal mind Like starlight on a pall. Thy heart thy heart - I wake and sigh, And sleep to dream till day Of the truth that gold can never buy Of the baubles that it may. A DREAM. N visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- Ah! what is not a dream by day That holy dream— that holy dream, What though that light, thro' storm and night, What could there be more purely bright ROMANCE. OMANCE, who loves to nod and sing, To me a painted paroquet Hath been a most familiar bird · Of late, eternal Condor years So shake the very Heaven on high My heart would feel to be a crime FAIRY-LAND. IM vales and shadowy floods - Whose forms we can't discover |