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His thirst of idle gold, and made him muse
With wiser feelings: for he paus'd, and look’d
With a pleas'd sadness, and gaz'd all around,
Then eyed our cottage, and gaz'd round again,
And sigh'd, and said, it was a blessed place.
And we were blessed. Oft with patient ear
Long-listening to the viewless sky-lark's note
(Viewless, or haply for a moment seen
Gleaming on sunny wing) in whisper'd tones
I’ve said to my Beloved, “Such, sweet Girl
The inobtrusive song of Happiness—
Unearthly minstrelsy then only heard
When the Soul seeks to hear; when all is hush'd
And the Heart listens !”
But the time, when first
From that low Dell steep up the stony Mount
I climb'd with perilous toil and reach'd the top,
O what a goodly scene ! Here the bleak Mount,
The bare bleak Mountain speckled thin with sheep;
Grey Clouds, that shadowing spot the sunny fields;
*. River, now, with bushy rocks o'erbrow’d
ow winding bright and full, with naked banks;
And Seats, and Lawns, the Abbey, and the Wood,
And Cots, and Hamlets, and faint City-spire:
The Channel there, the Islands and white Sails,
Dim Coasts, and cloud-like Hills, and shoreless Ocean-
It seem'd like Omnipresence I God, methought,
Had built him there a Temple; the whole World
Seem'd imag'd in its vast circumference.
No wish profan'd my overwhelmed Heart.
Blest hour ! It was a Luxury—to be l
Ah quiet Dell I dear Cot! and Mount sublime !
That I should dream away the trusted Hours
On rose-leaf Beds, pamp'ring the coward Heart
With feelings all too delicate for use !
Sweet is the Tear that from some Howard's eye
Drops on the cheek of one, he lifts from earth :
And He, that works me good with unmov’d face,
Does it but half: he chills me while he aids,
My Benefactor, not my Brother Man :
Yet even this, this cold Beneficence
Seizes my Praise, when I reflect on those,
The sluggard Pity's vision-weaving Tribe
Who sigh for Wretchedness, yet shun the Wretched,
Nursing in some delicious solitude
Their slothful loves and dainty Sympathies :
I therefore go, and join head, heart, and hand,
Active and firm, to fight the bloodless fight
Of Science, Freedom, and the Truth in Christ.
Yet oft when after honourable toil
Rests the tir'd mind, and waking loves to dream,
My Spirit shall revisit thee, dear Cot
Thy Jasmine and thy window-peeping Rose,
And Myrtles fearless of the mild sea-air.
And I shall sigh fond wishes—sweet Abode
Ah—had none greater And that all had such
It might be so—but the time is not yet.
Speed it, O Father Let thy Kingdom come !
Nor now with curious sight I mark the glow-worm, as I pass, Move with “green radiance” thro’ the grass,
An Emerald of Light.
O ever-present to my view
My wafted spirit is with you,
And soothes your boding fears:
I see you all oppress'd with gloom
Sit lonely in that cheerless room—
Ah me ! You are in tears!
Beloved woman I did you fly
Chill’d Friendship's dark disliking eye,
Or mirth's untimely din
With cruel weight these trifles press
A temper sore with Tenderness,
When aches the void within.
But why with sable wand unbless'd
Should Fancy rouse within my breast
Dim-visag'd shapes of Dread 2
Untenanting its beauteous clay
My Sara's soul has wing'd its way,
And hovers round my head:
I felt it prompt the tender Dream,
When slowly sunk the day's last gleam;
You rous’d each gentler sense,
As sighing o'er the Blossom's bloom,
Meek Evening wakes its soft perfume
With viewless influence.
And hark, my Love! The sea-breeze moans
Thro' yon reft house! O'er rolling stones
With broad impetuous sweep,
The fast encroaching tides supply
Dark-red'ning from the channel’d Isle"
(Where stands one solitary pile
Unslated by the blast)
The Watchfire, like a sullen star,
Twinkles to many a dozing Tar
Rude-cradled on the mast.
Ev’n there—beneath that light-house tower-
In the tumultuous evil hour
Ere Peace with Sara came,
Time was, I should have thought it sweet
To count the echoings of my feet,
And watch the troubled flame.
And there in black and jaundic’d fit
A sad gloom-pamper'd Man to sit,
And listen to the roar:
When mountain Surges bellowing deep
With an uncouth monster leap
Plung'd foaming on the shore.
Then by the Lightning's blaze to mark
Some toiling tempest-shatter'd bark;
Her vain distress-guns hear:
And when a second sheet of light
Flash'd o'er the blackness of the night—
To see no Wessel there !
But Fancy now more gaily sings;
Or if awhile she droop her wings,
As sky-larks mid the corn,
On summer fields she grounds her breast:
• The Holmes, in the Bristol Channel.
Th’ oblivious Poppy o'er her rest
Nods, till returning morn.
O mark those smiling tears, that swell
The open'd Rose From heaven they fell,
And with the sun-beam blend;
Blest visitation from above:
Such are the tender woes of Love
Fost'ring the heart, they bend
When stormy Midnight howling round
Beats on our roof with clatt’ring sound.
To me your arms you’ll stretch:
Great God! you'll say—To us so kind,
O shelter from this loud bleak wind
The houseles, friendless wretch!
The tears that tremble down your cheek,
Shall bathe my kisses chaste and meek
In Pity's dew divine;
And from your heart the sighs that steal
Shall make your rising bosom feel
The answ'ring swell of mine !
How oft, my Love 1 with shapings sweet
I paint the moment, we shall meet!
With eager speed I dart --
1 seize you in the vacant air,
And fancy, with a Husband's care
I press you to my heart!
"I'ls said, on Summer's evening hour
Flashes the golden-colour'd flower
A fair electric flame :
And so shall flash my love-charg’d eye
When all the heart’s big ecstasy
Shoots rapid thro' the frame !