Through desert woods and tracts, which seem
Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined.
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The grave, the city, and the wilderness;And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise,And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dressThe bones of Desolation’s nakednessPass, till the spirit of the spot shall leadThy footsteps to a slope of green accessWhere, like an infant’s smile, over the deadA light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread;50And…
Oh! there are spirits of the air,
And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fairAs star-beams among twilight trees:Such lovely ministers to meetOft hast thou turned from men thy lonely feet.With mountain winds, and babbling springs,And moonlight seas, that are the voiceOf these inexplicable things,Thou dost hold commune, and rejoiceWhen they did answer thee, but theyCast, like a worthless boon, thy love away.And…
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And the fair moon was rising among them,Dear Jane.The guitar was tinkling,But the notes were not sweet till you sung themAgain.II.As the moon’s soft splendourO’er the faint cold starlight of HeavenIs thrown,So your voice most tenderTo the strings without soul had then givenIts own.III.The stars will awaken,Though the moon sleep a full hour laterTo-night;No leaf…
Thy beauty hangs around thee like
Thy voice, as silver bells that strikeUpon…
Such hope, as is the sick despair of good,
Such doubt, as is pale Expectation’s foodTurned while she tastes to poison, when the willIs powerless, and the spirit…
I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way,
And gentle odours led my steps astray,Mixed with a sound of waters murmuringAlong a shelving bank of turf, which layUnder a copse, and hardly dared to flingIts green arms round the bosom of the stream,But kissed it and then fled, as thou mightest in dream.There grew pied wind-flowers and violets,Daisies, those pearled Arcturi of the…