No one is so accursed by fate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds,- -as if with unseen wings "Where hast thou stayed so long?" February 29. Endymion. I heard the trailing garments of the Night I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light I felt her presence by its spell of might The calm, majestic presence of the Night, Hymn to the Night. MARCH. The twilight is sad and cloudy, Twilight. And the night wind rising, hark! In the midnight, and the snow, The Wind over the Chimney. In the stormy month of March even, there are bright warm mornings, when we open our windows to inhale the balmy air. Hyperion-Book 2, chap. 1. |