And now, howe'er its waves above Moves its great deeps through life and death. REMEMBERED MUSIC. A FRAGMENT. THICK-rushing, like an ocean vast Or in low murmurs they began, As o'er a harp Æolian A fitful breeze, until they ran And then, like minute-drops of rain They lingering dropped and dropped again, To listen when the next would be. SONG. TO M. L. A LILY thou wast when I saw thee first, That hourly grew more pure and white, By the wind and sun; The rain and the dew for thee took care; A lily thou wast when I saw thee first, How full of wonder was the change, When, ripe with all sweetness, thy full bloom burst! How did the tears to my glad eyes start, Reached its blossoming hour, And I saw the warm deeps of thy golden heart! Glad death may pluck thee, but never before Hath dropped from thy heart into mine, Of fragrance and light, Which fall upon souls that are lone and astray, To plant fruitful hopes of the flower of day. ALLEGRA. I WOULD more natures were like thine, That we who drink forget to pine, And can but dream of bliss in store. Thou canst not see a shade in life; Thou wast some foundling whom the Hours Hath ruled thy nature from its birth, As if thy natal stars were flowers That shook their seeds round thee on earth. And thou, to lull thine infant rest, Till Nature looked at thee and smiled. Thine every fancy seems to borrow Making a golden cloud of sorrow, I would more natures were like thine, Whose sad thoughts, even, leap and shine, |