SPIRITS OF THE DEAD. I. THY Soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the gray tomb-stoneNot one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy: II. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness · for then In death around thee and their will III. The night tho' clear shall frown As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever. IV. Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish From thy spirit shall they pass No more The breeze like dew-drops from the grass. V. the breath of God is still And the mist upon the hill Shadowy - shadowy — yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries! EVENING STAR. "T WAS noontide of summer, On her cold smile ; And I turn'd away to thee, In thy glory afar, And dearer thy beam shall be ; Is the proud part Thou bearest in Heaven at night, And more I admire Thy distant fire, Than that colder, lowly light. A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM. TAKE this kiss upon the brow! In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand How few! yet how they creep While I weep while I weep! O God! can I not grasp STANZAS. How often we forget all time, when lone [BYRON: The Island.] I IN youth have I known one with whom the Earth In secret communing held as he with it, In daylight, and in beauty from his birth : Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth A passionate light—such for his spirit was fit — And yet that spirit knew not, in the hour Of its own fervour, what had o'er it power. 2 Perhaps it VOL. VII. - 2 |