Every moment of the night - and down With the breath from their pale faces. O'er the strange woods Over spirits on the wing Over every drowsy thing - o'er the sea And then, how deep!-oh, deep Is soaring in the skies, With the tempests as they toss, almost anything Or a yellow Albatross. They use that moon no more Which I think extravagant : IN spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the less So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, Yet that terror was not fright, A feeling not the jewelled mine Could teach or bribe me to define · Nor Love - although the Love were thine. Death was in that poisonous wave, And its gulf a fitting grave For him who thence could solace bring To his lone imagining – Whose solitary soul could make An Eden of that dim lake. SONG. SAW thee on the bridal day, When a burning blush came o'er thee, Though happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee: And in thine eye a kindling light (Whatever it might be) Was all on Earth my aching sight Of Loveliness could see. That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame Who saw thee on that bridal day, When that deep blush would come o'er thee, TO M. L. S F all who hail thy presence as the morning - The sacred sun At thy soft-murmured words, "Let there be light!" His spirit is communing with an angel's. |