« PreviousContinue »
COMPOSED IN ONE OF THE VALLEYS OF WEST
MORELAND, ON EASTER SUNDAY,
With each recurrence of this glorious morn
your own; And benefits were weighed in Reason's scales !
GRIEF, thou hast lost an ever ready Friend
-a Comforter that best could suit Her froward mood, and softliest reprehend; And Love
- a Charmer's voice, that used to lend, More efficaciously than aught that flows From harp or lute, kind influence to compose The throbbing pulse, -else troubled without end : Even Joy could tell, Joy craving truce and rest From her own overflow, what power sedate On those tevolving motions did await Assiduously, to sooth her aching breast; And to a point of just relief — abate The mantling triumphs of a day too blest.
TO THE RIVER DERWENT.
AMONG the mountains where we nursed, loved
Stream Thou; near the eagle's nest within brief sail, 1, of his bold wing floating on the gale, Where thy deep voice could lull me! - Faint the
beam Of human life when first allowed to gleam On mortal notice. Glory of the Vale, Such thy meek outset, with a crown though frail Kept in perpetual verdure by the steam Of thy soft breath! - Less vivid wreaths entwined Nemæan Victor's brow ; less bright was worn, Meed of some Roman Chief - in triumph borne With captives chained ; and shedding from his car The sunset splendors of a finished war Upon the proud enslavers of mankind !
I watch, and long have watched, with calm regret
TO A SNOW-DROP, APPEARING VERY EARLY IN THE SEASON.
LONE Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as
they But hardier far, though modestly thou bend Thy front
as if such presence could offend! Who guards thy slender stalk while, day by day, Storms, sallying from the mountain-tops, way-lay The rising sun, and on the plains descend? Accept the greeting that befits a friend Whose zeal outruns his promise! Blue-eyed May Shall soon behold this border thickly set With bright jonquils, their odours lavishing On the soft west-wind and his frolic
peers ; Yet will I not thy gentle grace forget, Chaste Snow-drop, vent'rous harbinger of Spring, And pensive monitor of fleeting years!