Alas, the moon should ever beam

And yet while I address thee now,Methinks thou smilest in thy sleep.‘Tis sweet enough to make me weep,That tender thought of love and thee,That while the world is hush’d so deep,Thy soul’s perhaps awake to me!Sleep on, sleep on, sweet bride of sleep!With golden visions of thy dower,While I this midnight vigil keep,And bless thee…

As in her breast the wave of lifeKept heaving to and fro.But when the morn came dim and sadAnd chill with early showers,Her queit eyelids closed – she hadAnother morn than ours.

Sorrow was in it, and my inward sightAched with sad images. The touch of tearsGushed down my cheeks:—the figured woes of yearsCasting their shadows across sunny hours.Oh, there was nothing sorrowful in flowersWooing the glances of an April sun,Or apple blossoms opening one by oneTheir crimson bosoms—or the twittered wordsAnd warbled sentences of merry birds;—Or…

He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure;Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant.I had a chaise, and christened it Enjoyment,With yellow body and the wheels of red,Because it was only used for one employment,Namely, to go wherever Pleasure led.I had a wife, her nickname was Delight:A son called Frolic, who was never still:Alas!…

For pity, my own tears have made me blindThat I might never see my children’s frown;And, may be, madness, like a friend, has thrownA folded fillet over my dark mind,So that unkindly speech may sound for kind—Albeit I know not.—I am childish grown—And have not gold to purchase wit withal—I that have once maintain’d most…

When the hot sun singes the yellow leavesTill they be gold,—and with a broader sphereThe Moon looks down on Ceres and her sheaves;When more abundantly the spider weaves,And the cold wind breathes from a chillier clime;—That forth I fared, on one of those still eves,Touch’d with the dewy sadness of the time,To think how the…