Her father watched, she turned her eyes Though on all other things with looks in Her recollection; on her flashed the Thus lived-thus died she; never more on dream Of what she was, and is, if ye could call 525 To be so being: in a gushing stream The tears rushed forth from her o'erclouded brain, Like mountain mists, at length dissolved in rain. her Shall sorrow light, or shame. She was not made Through years or moons the inner weight to bear, Which colder hearts endure till they are laid I shrieked, and clasped my hands in Which yet survive, (stamped on these ecstasy! бо I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine-have I not kept the vow? With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave; they have in visioned bowers lifeless things,) 65 Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare Of studious zeal or love's delight Outwatched with me the envious night They know that never joy illumed my brow Unlinked with hope that thou wouldst free This world from its dark slavery; 70 That thou-O awful LOVELINESS, Wouldst give whate'er these words cannot express. The day becomes more solemn and serene When noon is past-there is a har mony In autumn, and a lustre in its sky, 75 Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply 80 Its calm-to one who worships thee, To fear himself, and love all human kind. |