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Come o'er the green hills to the sunny sea !
The boundless sea that washeth many lands, Where shells unknown to England, fair and free,
Lie brightly scatter'd on the gleaming sands. There, 'midst the hush of slumbering ocean's roar,
We'll sit and watch the silver-tissued waves Creep languidly along the basking shore,
And kiss thy gentle feet, like Eastern slaves.
And we will take some volume of our choice,
Full of a quiet poetry of thought,
Lines which some gifted mind hath sweetly wrought; And I will listen, gazing on thy face,
(Pale as some cameo on the Italian shell!) Or looking out across the far blue space,
Where glancing sails to gentle breezes swell.
Come forth! The sun hath flung on Thetis' breast
The glittering tresses of his golden hair; All things are heavy with a noonday rest,
And floating sea-birds leave the stirless air.
Against the sky, in outlines clear and rude,
The cleft rocks stand, while sunbeams slant between; And lulling winds are murmuring through the wood,
Which skirts the bright bay with its fringe of green.
Come forth! All motion is so gentle now,
It seems thy step alone should walk the earth, -
Wake the far-haunting echoes into birth.
Unmeet the influence of his changeful power, —
Hath charm enough for such a tranquil hour.
And slowly, idly wandering, we will roam,
Where the high cliffs shall give us ample shade; And watch the glassy waves, whose wrathful foam
Hath power to make the seaman's heart afraid. Seek thou no veil to shroud thy soft brown hair,
Wrap thou no mantle round thy graceful form; The cloudless sky smiles forth as still and fair,
As though earth ne'er could know another storm.
Come! Let not listless sadness make delay,
Beneath Heaven's light that sadness will depart; And as we wander on our shoreward way,
A strange, sweet peace shall enter in thine heart. We will not weep, nor talk of vanish'd years,
When, link by link, Hope's glittering chain was riven: Those who are dead, shall claim from love no tears, –
Those who have injured us, shall be forgiven.
We will not mar the scene — we will not look
To the veil'd future, or the shadowy past ; Seal'd up shall be sad Memory's open book,
And childhood's idleness return at last ! Joy, with his restless, ever-fluttering wings,
And hope, his gentle brother, — all shall cease : Like weary hinds that seek the desert springs, Our one sole feeling shall be peace — deep peace !
THALATTA! Thalatta !
With heart all exulting,
Those ten thousand Greek hearts
The billows were rolling,
Thalatta ! Thalatta !
Thou Ocean eternal, I greet thee ! Like the tongue of my home is the dash of thy waters! Like dreams of my childhood now sparkle before me All the wide curving waves of thy rolling dominions.
I hear, as told newly, the old recollections
Oh! how have I languished,
Aweary in exile !
Lay my heart in my bosom;
And dazzlingly glitters upon me
laughter, And in the blue heavens the birds are a-singing Thalatta ! Thalatta !
From the German of HEINE.