XII. AERIAL Rock whose solitary brow From this low threshold daily meets my sight; grace Want, through neglect of hoar Antiquity. Rise, then, ye votive Towers, and catch a gleam Of golden sunset, ere it fade and die! XIII. TO SLEEP. O GENTLE Sleep! do they belong to thee, These twinklings of oblivion? Thou dost love To sit in meekness, like the brooding Dove, A Captive never wishing to be free. This tiresome night, O Sleep! thou art to me Now on the water vexed with mockery. O gentle Creature! do not use me so, But once and deeply let me be beguiled. XIV. TO SLEEP. A FLOCK of sheep that leisurely pass by, Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth? XV. TO SLEEP. very FOND words have oft been spoken to thee, Sleep! Takest away, and into souls dost creep, Like to a breeze from heaven. Shall I alone, I surely not a man ungently made, Call thee worst Tyrant by which Flesh is crost? Perverse, self-willed to own and to disown, Mere Slave of them who never for thee prayed, Still last to come where thou art wanted most! XVI. THE WILD DUCK'S NEST. THE Imperial Consort of the Fairy King I gaze Humanity, weak slave of cumbrous pride! |