EVENING STAR. 'T WAS noontide of summer, Shone pale, thro' the light On her cold smile; A fleecy cloud, And I turn'd away to thee, In thy glory afar, 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 weep O God! can I not grasp |