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Time may restore us in his course
Keep fresh the grass upon his grave,
[Zuerst als Gesang des Callicles im Drama "Empedocles on Etna", 1852; als selbständiges Gedicht unter obigem Titel in den "Selected Poems", 1878.]
NOT here, O Apollo!
Are haunts meet for thee.
But, where Helicon breaks down
Where the moon-silver'd inlets
Send far their light voice
On the sward at the cliff-top
In the moonlight the shepherds,
-What forms are these coming So white through the gloom? What garments out-glistening The gold-flower'd broom?
What sweet-breathing presence
'Tis Apollo comes leading
They are lost in the hollows!
They bathe on this mountain,
Their endless abode.
-Whose praise do they mention?
Of what is it told?—
What will be for ever;
First hymn they the Father
The day in his hotness,
[Empedocles etc. 1852; jetzt Nr. 2 der Serie "Faded Leaves".]
EACH on his own strict line we move,
And some find death ere they find love;
From the twin soul which halves their own.
[Poems, Second Series 1855; jetzt Nr. 3 der Serie "Faded Leaves".]
STOP!-not to me, at this bitter departing,
Speak of the sure consolations of time!
Fresh be the wound, still-renew'd be its smarting,
But, if the stedfast commandment of Nature
Wills that remembrance should always decayIf the loved form and the deep-cherish'd feature
Must, when unseen, from the soul fade away
Me let no half-effaced memories cumber!
Then, when we meet, and thy look strays towards me, Scanning my face and the changes wrought there: Who, let me say, is this stranger regards me,
With the grey eyes, and the lovely brown hair?
ON THE RHINE.
[Empedocles etc. 1852; jetzt Nr. 4 der Serie "Faded Leaves".]
VAIN is the effort to forget.
Some day I shall be cold, I know,
Vain is the agony of grief.
Awhile let me with thought have done.
So let me lie, and, calm as they,
Ah, Quiet, all things feel thy balm!
[Empedocles etc. 1852; jetzt Nr. 5 der Serie "Faded Leaves".]
COME to me in my dreams, and then
Come, as thou cam'st a thousand times,
Or, as thou never cam'st in sooth,
Come to me in my dreams, and then
[Zuerst in der dritten Ausgabe (1857) der Poems, First Series, u. d. Tit. "To Marguerite". Jetzt Nr. 4 des Zyklus "Switzerland".]
We were apart; yet, day by day,
I bade my heart more constant be.