FANCY IN NUBIBUS. IT is pleasant, with a heart at ease, To make the shifting clouds be what you please, Or let the easily-persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould Of a friend's fancy; or, with head bent low And cheek aslant, see rivers flow of gold 'Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go From mount to mount through Cloudland, gorgeous land! Or listening to the tide, with closed sight, Be that blind bard who, on the Chian strand By those deep sounds possessed with inward light, Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssee Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. THE AUTUMNAL MOON. ILD splendour of the various-vested Night! I watch thy gliding, while with watery light FAREWELL TO LOVE. AREWELL, sweet Love! yet blame you not my truth: More fondly ne'er did mother eye her child Than I your form. Yours were my hopes of youth, And as you shaped my thoughts, I sighed or smiled. While most were wooing wealth, or gaily swerving To pleasure's secret haunts, and some apart Stood strong in pride, self-conscious of deserving, Το you I gave my whole, weak, wishing heart. And when I met the maid that realized Your fair creations, and had won her kindness, Your dream alone I dreamt, and caught your blindness. ASK not riches, and I ask not power, Me ever,—a far sweeter nymph I woo. Hail, sweet Retirement! lead me to thy bower, Where fair Content has spread her loveliest flower, Of more enduring, though less gaudy hue, Than Pleasure scatters to her giddy crew; Nor let aught break upon thy sacred hour, Save some true friend, of pure congenial soul; To such the latchet of my wicket-gate Let me lift freely, glad to share the dole Fortune allows me, whether small or great, And a warm heart, that knows not the control Of Fortune, and defies the frown of Fate. GOD! have mercy in this dreadful hour Safe sheltered as I am, I almost fear The blast that rages with resistless power. The maddened waves, and know no succour near : Then in the dread of death to think of her |