III. How changed from Zadig, in the days, When, through the streets of Babylon, The cynosure of every gaze, Wild coursers drew his chariot on ; And him, the cherished of their king, Did sages praise, and poets sing! IV. And weary day-and wearier week- V. Long, long he wandered-long in vain— She seemed a star, that, from the sky Had perished ne'er to rise again,— . A flower, that had but bloomed to die ; An angel sent man's sight to bless, Then leave him to his loneliness. VI. Where had she fled.?-Her beaming brow VII. Thus weary night, and wearier day, As still he searched, and on he sped; VIII. When lo! amid a summer plain, And tracing letters with a wand: Why there she lay, or what she wrote. IX. Behold! the letters of his name, Each following each, he saw her trace ;could it be the same? Astarte She rose, and sank in his embrace! And thus the parted and deplored To love were given, to life restored! X. Love is the life of human life! Oh, if the earth one moment gives With deep ecstatic rapture rife, 'Tis when before us breathes and lives,Absence, and doubt, and danger o'er,Her, whom we feared to meet no more! BOYHOOD. Visions of childhood! oft have ye beguiled COLERIDGE. I. AWAKE ye sweet and shadowy thoughts that bring II. Lo! shadowed forth in fancy's rising dream, I mark its hanging woods, its winding stream, From that calm spot, in youth's unboding hour:Now, I could see it, all unheeding, sink, For the last time, beneath the world's dark brink! III. Before me Carrick spreads her richest stores, IV. Behind me blackening, hill o'er hill impends, |