DOMESTIC PEACE. TELL me, on what holy ground COLERIDGE. HUNG o'er a cloud above the steep that rears, And breaks the spreading of its golden tides; Each speck of lawn the broken rocks between! Sunk to a curve, the day-star lessens still, Gives one bright glance, and drops behind the hill.* * From Thomson. WORDSWORTH LOVE. 1. WE met in secret, in the depth of night When there was none to watch us; not an eye Save the lone dweller of the lonely sky To gaze upon our love and pure delight; And in that hour's unbroken solitude, When the white moon had robed her in its beam, I've thought some vision of a blessed dream, Or spirit of the air before me stood, II. SHE stood before me; the pure lamps of heaven As, tremblingly with hers, my vows were given. These living arms around her form were thrown, While from her ruby warm lips, just apart Like bursting roses, sighs of fragrance stole, And words of music whispering in mine ear Things pure and holy none but mine should hear; For they were accents uttered from the soul, For which no tongue her innocence reproved, And breathed for one who loved her and was loved. ISMAEL FITZADAM. |