Over hamlets, over halls, O'er the strange woods-o'er the seaOver spirits on the wing Over every drowsy thing And buries them up quite They use that moon no more Which I think extravagant : L Ν THE LAKE. ΤΟ IN spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, But when the Night had thrown her pall 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, 1 For him who thence could solace bring To his lone imagining Whose solitary soul could make An Eden of that dim lake. I SONG. SAW thee on thy 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, Though happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee. O TO M. L. S————— F all who hail thy presence as the morning— At thy soft-murmured words, "Let there be light! And think that these weak lines are written by him By him who, as he pens them, thrills to think His spirit is communing with an angel's. TO HELEN HELEN, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicéan barks of yore That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Lo, in yon brilliant window-niche |