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They are neither man nor woman—
With the paean of the bells!
To the sobbing of the bells;
As he knells, knells, knells,
To the rolling of the bells—
TO ONE IN PARADISE.
Thou wast that all to me, love,
A green isle in the sea, love,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
Ii. Ah, dream too bright to last!
Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise But to be overcast!
A voice from out the Future cries, "On! on !"—but o'er the Past
(Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies, Mute, motionless, aghast!
in. For, alas! alas! with me The light of life is o'er! "No more—no more—no more—" (Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Or the stricken eagle soar!
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams; In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.
THE VALLEY OF UNREST.
Once it smiled a silent dell
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless—
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye —
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave :—from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep :—from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.