I shall not weep out of the vital day,
To-morrow dust, nor wear a dull decay.
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THE world’s great age begins anew,
The earth doth like a snake renewHer winter weeds outworn;Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleamLike wrecks of a dissolving dream.A brighter Hellas rears its mountainsFrom waves serener far;A new Peneus rolls his fountainsAgainst the morning star;Where fairer Tempes bloom, there sleepYoung Cyclads on a sunnier deep.A loftier Argo cleaves the main,Fraught with a later…
Like the ghost of a dear friend dead
A tone which is now forever fled,A hope which is now forever past,A love so sweet it could not last,Was Time long past.There were sweet dreams in the nightOf Time long past:And, was it sadness or delight,Each day a shadow onward castWhich made us wish it yet might last–That Time long past.There is regret, almost…
Swiftly walk o’er the western wave,
Out of the misty eastern cave,Where, all the long and lone daylight,Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear,Which make thee terrible and dear–Swift be thy flight!Wrap thy form in a mantle gray,Star-inwrought!Blind with thine hair the eyes of day;Kiss her until she be wearied out,Then wander o’er city, and sea, and land,Touching all with thine…
THE world is dreary,
Of wandering on without thee, Mary;A joy was erewhileIn thy voice and thy smile,And ’tis gone, when I should be gone too, Mary.
Unrisen splendour of the brightest sun,
Now beckoning thee out of thy misty throneCould thaw the clouds which wage an obscure warWith thy young brightness!
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo
Of Adria towards Venice: a bare strandOf hillocks, heap’d from ever-shifting sand,Matted with thistles and amphibious weeds,Such as from earth’s embrace the salt ooze breeds,Is this; an uninhabited sea-side,Which the lone fisher, when his nets are dried,Abandons; and no other object breaksThe waste, but one dwarf tree and some few stakesBroken and unrepair’d, and the…