O that a chariot of cloud were mine!

One feeling too falsely disdain’dFor thee to disdain it;One hope is too like despairFor prudence to smother;And pity from thee more dearThan that from another.I can give not what men call love:But wilt thou accept notThe worship the heart lifts aboveAnd the heavens reject not,The desire of the moth for the star,Of the night for…

Of an extinguished people,—so that PityWeeps o’er the shipwrecks of Oblivion’s wave,There stands the Tower of Famine. It is builtUpon some prison-homes, whose dwellers raveFor bread, and gold, and blood: Pain, linked to Guilt,Agitates the light flame of their hours,Until its vital oil is spent or spilt.There stands the pile, a tower amid the towersAnd…

I cannot even tell or call to mind,It is a miracle so new, so rare.

The white hail is dashing,The lightnings are glancing,The hoar-spray is dancing—Away!The whirlwind is rolling,The thunder is tolling,The forest is swinging,The minster bells ringing–Come away!The Earth is like Ocean,Wreck-strewn and in motion:Bird, beast, man and wormHave crept out of the storm–Come away!II.‘Our boat has one sailAnd the helmsman is pale;–A bold pilot I trow,Who should follow…

I bear light shade for the leaves when laidIn their noonday dreams.From my wings are shaken the dews that wakenThe sweet buds every one,When rocked to rest on their mother’s breast,As she dances about the sun.I wield the flail of the lashing hail,And whiten the green plains under,And then again I dissolve it in rain,And…

And some few souls of the high bliss debarredWhich else obey her powerful command;…mountain pilesThat load in grandeur Cambria’s emerald vales.