Myself will to my darling be In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, To kindle or restrain. "She fhall be fportive as the fawn, That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain fprings; And hers fhall be the breathing balm, And hers the filence and the calm Of mute infenfate things. "The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor fhall fhe fail to fee E'en in the motions of the storm Grace that fhall mould the maiden's form By filent fympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be clear To her; and fhe fhall lean her ear In many a fecret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, “And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to ftately height, Her virgin bofom swell; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell." Thus Nature fpake. The work was done How foon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be. SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT. She was a phantom of delight When first she gleam'd upon my fight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as ftars of twilight fair, Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair A dancing shape, an image gay, I saw her upon nearer view, A countenance in which did meet And now I fee with eye ferene Poems on Flowers. TO THE DAISY N youth from rock to rock I went, Of pleasure high and turbulent, Most pleased when moft uneasy; But now my own delights I make,— When foothed a while by milder airs, While fummer fields are thine by right; Doth in thy crimson head delight, In fhoals and bands, a morrice train, Nor car'ft if thou be fet at naught: We meet thee, like a pleasant thought Be violets in their fecret mews The flowers the wanton zephyrs choose; Proud be the rose, with rains and dews Her head impearling; Thou liv'ft with lefs ambitious aim, Yet haft not gone without thy fame; If to a rock from rains he fly, Near the green holly, And wearily at length should fare; |