Of glory which the world hath known, A diademed outlaw ! XIX. O human love! thou spirit given And beauty of so wild a birth Farewell! for I have won the earth. XX. When Hope, the eagle that towered, could see No cliff beyond him in the sky, His pinions were bent droopingly, And homeward turned his softened eye. 'Twas sunset: when the sun will part There comes a sullenness of heart To him who still would look upon The glory of the summer sun. That soul will hate the evening mist, So often lovely, and will list To the sound of the coming Darkness (known To those whose spirits hearken) as one Who in a dream of night would fly, But cannot, from a danger nigh. XXI. What though the moon-the white moon- XXII. I reached my home-my home no more; For all had flown who made it so. I passed from out its mossy door, And, though my tread was soft and low, A voice came from the threshold stone An humbler heart, a deeper woe. XXIII. Father, I firmly do believe— I know-for death who comes for me From regions of the blest afar, Where there is nothing to deceive, Hath left his iron gate ajar, And rays of truth you cannot see Are flashing through eternity,— I do believe that Eblis hath A snare in every human path; Till, growing bold, he laughed and leapt M TO THE RIVER I. FAIR River, in thy bright clear flow II. But when within thy wave she looks, His heart, which trembles at the beam Of her soul-searching eyes. ΤΟ I. THE bowers, whereat, in dreams, I see The wantonest singing birds, Are lips, and all thy melody Of lip-begotten words. II. Thine eyes, in heaven of heart enshrined, Then desolately fall, O God! on my funereal mind Like starlight on a pall. III. Thy heart-thy heart -I wake and sigh, Of the truth that gold can never buy- |