TIME LONG PAST. I. LIKE the ghost of a dear friend dead A tone which is now forever fled, II. There were sweet dreams in the night Of time long past: And, was it sadness or delight, Each day a shadow onward cast Which made us wish it yet might last That time long past. 'Tis like a child's beloved corse Beauty is like remembrance cast SONNET. YE hasten to the dead! What seek ye there, Of the idle brain, which the world's livery wear? All that anticipation feigneth fair! Thou vainly curious mind which wouldest guess With such swift feet life's green and pleasant path, A refuge in the cavern of grey death? O heart, and mind, and thoughts! What thing do you Hope to inherit in the grave below? LINES TO A REVIEWER. ALAS! good friend, what profit can you see FRAGMENT ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED "HERE lieth One whose name was writ on water." But, ere the breath that could erase it blew, ADONAIS. I. I WEEP for Adonais - he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Forget the Past, his fate and fame shall be An echo and a light unto eternity! II. Where wert thou mighty Mother, when he lay, When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies In darkness? where was lorn Urania When Adonais died? With veiled eyes, 'Mid listening Echoes, in her Paradise She sate, while one, with soft enamoured breath, With which, like flowers that mock the corse beneath, He had adorned and hid the coming bulk of death. III. O, weep for Adonais he is dead! Wake, melancholy Mother, wake and weep! For he is gone, where all things wise and fair Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair. IV. Most musical of mourners, weep again! Lament anew, Urania ! — He died, Who was the Sire of an immortal strain, Blind, old, and lonely, when his country's pride, Into the gulf of death; but his clear Sprite Yet reigns o'er earth; the third among the sons of light. V. Most musical of mourners, weep anew ! Not all to that bright station dared to climb; |