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So close were rose and lip together twined,
A double flower that from one bud had blown, Till none could tell, so sweetly were they blended, Where swelld the curving lip, or where the rose-bloom
One, half-asleep, crushing the twinèd flowers,
Upon a velvet slope like Dian lay;
Her loop'd-up tunic, toss'd in disarray,
They look'd like roses on a cloudy day,
With ocean-pearl combing their golden locks, And singing to the waves for evermore;
Sinking like flowers at eve beside the rocks, If but a sound above the mufiled roar
Of the low waves was heard. In little flocks Others went trooping through the wooded alleys, Their kirtles glancing white, like streams in sunny valleys. They were such forms as, imaged in the night,
Sail in our dreams across the heavens' steep blue; When the closed lid sees visions streaming bright,
Too beautiful to meet the naked view, Like faces form'd in clouds of silver light.
Women they were ! such as the angels knew Such as the Mammoth look'd on, ere he fled, Scared by the lovers' wings, that stream'd in sunset red.
A Dream of Winter changed to Spring. I DREAM'D that, as I wander'd by the way,
Bare Winter suddenly was changed to Spring, And gentle odours led my steps astray,
Mix'd with a sound of waters murmuring
Under a copse, and hardly dared to fling
But kiss'd it and then fled, as Thou mightest in dream.
There grew pied wind-flowers and violets,
Daisies, those pearl'd Arcturi of the earth,
Faint oxlips ; tender blue-bells, at whose birth
Green cow-bind and the moonlight-colour'd May,
Was the bright dew yet drain'd not by the day; And wild roses, and ivy serpentine
With its dark buds and leaves, wandering astray ; And flowers azure, black, and streak'd with gold,
Fairer than any waken'd eyes behold. And nearer to the river's trembling edge
There grew broad flag-flowers, purple prankt with white, And starry river-buds among the sedge,
And floating water-lilies, broad and bright, Which lit the oak that overhung the hedge
With moonlight beams of their own watery light; And bulrushes, and reeds of such deep green
As soothed the dazzled eye with sober sheen.
I made a nosegay, bound in such a way
Were mingled or opposed, the like array
Within my hand-and then, elate and gay,
To the Naisy.
For thou art worthy;
Which Love makes for thee!
Oft on the dappled turf at ease
Thoughts of thy raising :
While I am gazing.
Of all temptations ;
The freak is over,
In fight to cover!
I see thee glittering from afar-
In heaven above thee!
Who shall reprove thee!
Bright Flower! for by that name at last,
Sweet silent creature !
Stanzas written in Dejection near Naples.
THE sun is warm, the sky is clear,
The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains wear
The purple noon's transparent light; The breath of the moist air is light
Around its unexpanded buds; Like many a voice of one delight,
The winds', the birds', the ocean-floods', The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.
I see the Deep's untrampled floor
With green and purple sea-weeds strown: I see the waves upon the shore,
Like light dissolved in star-showers, thrown: I sit upon the sands alone,
The lightning of the noon-tide ocean Is flashing round me, and a tone
Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion.
Alas! I have nor hope nor health,
Nor peace within nor calm around,
The sage in meditation found,
Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leisure.
Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; To me that cup has been dealt in another measure.
Yet now despair itself is mild,
Even as the winds and waters are ;
And weep away the life of care
Till death like sleep might steal on me,
My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
I HEARD the dogs bark in the moonlight night,
On they pass'd, and on they pass'd;
Straight and handsome folk ; bent and weak too;
A long, long crowd-where each seem'd lonely;
How long since I saw that fair pale face!
On, on, a moving bridge they made
And first there came a bitter laughter;