If I walk in Autumn’s even

Like mosaic, paven:And its roof was flowers and leavesWhich the summer’s breath enweaves,Where nor sun nor showers nor breezePierce the pines and tallest trees,Each a gem engraven;–Girt by many an azure waveWith which the clouds and mountains paveA lake’s blue chasm.

Or compels us for aye bid adieu to the land,Where exists that loved friend to our bosom so dear,‘Tis sterner than death o’er the shuddering wretch bending,And in skeleton grasp his fell sceptre extending,Like the heart-stricken deer to that loved covert wending,Which never again to his eyes may appear–And ah! he may envy the heart-stricken…

Non e piu come era prima!)I.My lost William, thou in whomSome bright spirit lived, and didThat decaying robe consumeWhich its lustre faintly hid,–Here its ashes find a tomb,But beneath this pyramidThou art not—if a thing divineLike thee can die, thy funeral shrineIs thy mother’s grief and mine.II.Where art thou, my gentle child?Let me think thy…

And he sang a song which was more of a screech‘Gainst a woman that was a brute.

Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves deadAre driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,Who chariotest to their dark wintry bedThe winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,Each like a corpse within its grave, untilThine azure sister of the Spring shall blowHer clarion o’er…

Sing the wide-winged Moon! Around the earth,From her immortal head in Heaven shot forth,Far light is scattered—boundless glory springs;Where’er she spreads her many-beaming wingsThe lampless air glows round her golden crown.But when the Moon divine from Heaven is goneUnder the sea, her beams within abide,Till, bathing her bright limbs in Ocean’s tide,Clothing her form in…