And veiled this world of beauty from my sight, Than it was wont to wear! The clouds above Throned in a car, inwoven of the beams Of the descending sun, whose flashing wheels Leave a long trail of glory as they speed, Towers the mighty and majestic form Of the Imperial Captain;-HIM who led The forces of th' Omnipotent against The dark and daring Lucifer, and hurled The "race rebellious" to "combustion down" And "bottomless perdition!" On his brow, His starry brow, a coronal is wreathed, Worthy the temples of the King of kings! His shining sword is sheathless, and its blade, Like a death-dooming meteor ere it falls A DAY DREAM. In ruin upon earth, flashes in light, And all the wrath the son of God may own, In the distance, A huge, slow-moving mass appears to rise, Those hostile bands advance, and now have gained Midway the arch of heaven!-They pause awhile,Then to the charge, and straight from pole to pole, The bray of battle rings! The sun hath dropped Into the blushing bosom of the West, And with him the bright pageant too hath vanished! 173 Have sunk to silence. Not a breath disturbs The deep serene around me; and above, In blue, eye-soothing beauty and repose! Like pleasure-barks upon a summer sea. No shields and helms shine forth in dazzling lustre; Twilight begins to weave her fairy web Of light and gloom, and, from the deepening East, MEET ME AT SUNSET. MEET me at sunset, the hour we love best, Meet me at sunset,-oh! meet me once more, 'Neath the wide-spreading thorn where you met me of yore, INVOCATION TO THE ECHO OF A SEA-SHELL. 175 When our hearts were as calm as the broad summer sea That lay gleaming before us, bright, boundless, and free; That life would be ever the thing it then seemed :— Meet me at sunset, beloved, as of old, When the boughs of the chestnut are waving in gold; tears: Through the storms of the future shall soothe and sustain; Then, meet me at sunset-oh, meet me again! INVOCATION TO THE ECHO OF A SEA-SHELL. "Murmurings from within Were heard, sonorous cadences, whereby To his belief the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea." WORDSWORth. VOICE of the deep, illimitable sea, Discarded offspring of the wind and wave! Prisoned in this smooth shell? Or, but a spirit of the vasty deep, Called up to earth by some enchanter's wand?Whose was the charm that broke thy long, cold sleep, And sent thee, murmuring, from thy parent sand? How wert thou ushered to the realms of day, Siren or spirit, say? Yet more,-I would know more! I burn to pierce Who dreamed of calms, to wake amid their foam; The souls that perished 'neath the stormy wave, When none were nigh to save? Where are the stately ship and gallant crew, The gentler hearts that death could not divide? Speak, I conjure thee, speak! How dost thou answer? With a low, sweet dirge, The far-off warnings of the restless surge, Youth, beauty, valour, fled. Whate'er thy source and purpose, I rejoice By Conscience whispered in my world-vexed ear, To hopes of loftier birth! |