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WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit,
And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.
Whene'er I wander, at the fall of night,
Where woven boughs shut out the moon's bright ray, Should sad Despondency my musings fright,
And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,
Peep with the moon-beams through the leafy roof,
Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,
Strive for her son to seize my careless heart;
Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart :
Whene'er the fate of those I hold most dear
Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,
O bright-eyed Hope, my morbid fancy cheer;
Should e'er unhappy love my bosom pain,
In the long vista of the years to roll,
Let me not see our country's honour fade:
O let me see our land retain her soul,
Let me not see the patriot's high bequest,
Great liberty! how great in plain attire!
But let me see thee stoop from heaven on wings
And as, in sparkling majesty, a star
Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud; Brightening the half veil'd face of heaven afar:
Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom's shade. From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shed- 35 Beneath thy pinions canopy my head!
So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud,
IMITATION OF SPENSER.
Now Morning from her orient chamber came,
And her first footsteps touch'd a verdant hill;
Which round its marge reflected woven bowers, And, in its middle space, a sky that never lowers.
There the king-fisher saw his plumage bright
The copy of these stanzas in Tom Keats's copy-book has a reading in line 12 which ought perhaps to supersede the printed text of 1817, namely, golden scales light. It seems highly likely that Keats really meant to carry his archaism to the extent of making scales a dissyllable, especially as the metre is thus corrected. Lord Houghton states on the authority of the notes of Charles Armitage Brown, given to his lordship in 1832, that this is the earliest known composition of Keats, and was written while he was living at Edmonton.
Whose silken fins, and golden scales' light
And all around it dipp'd luxuriously
Slopings of verdure through the glossy tide,
Ah! could I tell the wonders of an isle That in that fairest lake had placed been, I could e'en Dido of her grief beguile; Or rob from aged Lear his bitter teen: For sure so fair a place was never seen, Of all that ever charm'd romantic eye: It seem'd an emerald in the silver sheen Of the bright waters; or as when on high, Through clouds of fleecy white, laughs the cœrulean sky.
(29) In line 29 the transcript reads glassy for glossy; and this is likely enough to be right.
WOMAN! when I behold thee flippant, vain,
E'en then, elate, my spirit leaps, and prances,
Thy winning graces;-to be thy defender
A very Red Cross Knight-a stout Leander-
Light feet, dark violet eyes, and parted hair;
They be of what is worthy,—though not drest