If thou feelest not the beautiful, still thou with reason canst will it;

Melt every care away!Delight, that breathes and moves forever,Glides through sweet fields like some sweet river!Elysian life survey!There, fresh with youth, o’er jocund meads,His merry west-winds blithely leadsThe ever-blooming May!Through gold-woven dreams goes the dance of the hours,In space without bounds swell the soul and its powers,And truth, with no veil, gives her face to…

And to the waves the wreath consigned–The waves that danced beneath.‘So fleet mine hours,’ he sighed, ‘awayLike waves that restless flow:And so my flowers of youth decayLike those that float below.’‘Ask not why I, alone on earth,Am sad in life’s young time;To all the rest are hope and mirthWhen spring renews its prime.Alas! the music…

Time flies on restless pinions–constant never.Be constant–and thou chainest time forever.

For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice–Moons wane, and races wither to the tomb,And ‘mid the universal ruin, bloomThe rosy days of Gods–With man, the choice,Timid and anxious, hesitates betweenThe sense’s pleasure and the soul’s content;While on celestial brows, aloft and sheen,The beams of both are blent.Seekest thou on earth the life of gods…

Death-notes rise from yonder minster’s towers!Bearing out a youth, they slowly go;Yes! a youth–unripe yet for the bier,Gathered in the spring-time of his days,Thrilling yet with pulses strong and clear,With the flame that in his bright eye plays–Yes, a son–the idol of his mother,(Oh, her mournful sigh shows that too well!)Yes! my bosom-friend,–alas my brother!–Up!…

Meekly and gratefully now, here I suspend in his shrine.