Light, brazen rays, this golden star unto! Dread stars! that came, amid a night of mirth, "We came—and to thy Earth-but not to us She grants to us, as granted by her God- And thy star trembled-as doth Beauty then!" 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. K SCIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree? FAIR river! in thy bright, clear flow Of crystal, wandering water, Thou art an emblem of the glow Of beauty-the unhidden heart The playful maziness of art In old Alberto's daughter; But when within thy wave she looks- Why, then, the prettiest of brooks Her worshipper resembles ; For in his heart, as in thy stream, Her image deeply lies His heart which trembles at the beam KIND solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme I will not madly deem that power Of Earth may shrive me of the sin I have no time to dote or dream : If I can hope-Oh God! I can- II. |