So sweet even in their silence, on those eyes EARLY POEMS. 1. TO COLERIDGE. Hi there are spirits in the air, Oft hast thou turned from men thy lonely feet. 2. With mountain winds, and babbling springs, And moonlight seas, that are the voice Of these inexplicable things, Thou didst hold commune, and rejoice When they did answer thee. But they Cast like a worthless boon thy love away. 3. And thou hast sought in starry eyes Beams that were never meant for thine, To a fond faith! Still dost thou pine? Still dost thou hope that greeting hands, Voice, looks, or lips, may answer thy demands ↑ 4. Ah! wherefore didst thou build thine hope Of love or moving thoughts to thee- Could steal the power to wind thee in their wiles? 5. Yes, all the faithless smiles are fled Whose falsehood left thee broken-hearted; Night's ghosts and dreams have now departed: But changed to a foul fiend through misery. 6. This fiend, whose ghastly presence ever A STANZAS-APRIL 1814. WAY! the moor is dark beneath the moon, Rapid clouds have drunk the last pale beam of even: Away the gathering winds will call the darkness soon, And profoundest midnight shroud the serene lights of heaven. Pause not the time is past! Every voices cries "Away!" Tempt not with one last glance thy friend's ungentle mood: Thy lover's eye, so glazed and cold, dares not entreat thy stay: Duty and dereliction guide thee back to solitude. Away, away! to thy sad and silent home; Pour bitter tears on its desolated hearth; Watch the dim shades as like ghosts they go and come, And complicate strange webs of melancholy mirth. The leaves of wasted autumn woods shall float around thine head, [thy feet: The blooms of dewy Spring shall gleam beneath But thy soul or this world must fade in the frost that binds the dead, Ere midnight's frown and morning's smile, ere thou and peace, may meet. The cloud shadows of midnight possess their own repose, For the weary winds are silent, or the moon is in the deep; Some respite to its turbulence unresting ocean knows; Whatever moves or toils or grieves hath its appointed sleep. [toms flee Thou in the grave shalt rest-yet, till the phanWhich that house and heath and garden made dear to thee erewhile, Thy remembrance and repentance and deep musings are not free From the music of two voices, and the light of one sweet smile. 1. WE MUTABILITY. E are as clouds that veil the midnight moon ; Streaking the darkness radiantly! yet soon 3. We rest-a dream has power to poison sleep; We rise-one wandering thought pollutes the day; 4. It is the same !-For, be it joy or sorrow, ON DEATH. "There is no work nor device nor knowledge nor wisdom in the grave whither thou goest."-ECCLESIASTES. 1. HE pale, the cold, and the moony smile ΤΗ Which the meteor beam of a starless night Sheds on a lonely and sea-girt isle Ere the dawning of morn's undoubted light |