EVENING. PONTE A MARE, PISA. I. THE sun is set; the swallows are asleep; II. There is no dew on the dry grass to-night, And in the inconstant motion of the breeze III. Within the surface of the fleeting river The wrinkled image of the city lay, Immovably unquiet, and for ever It trembles, but it never fades away; Go to the... You, being changed, will find it then as now. IV. The chasm in which the sun has sunk is shut TO-MORROW. I. WHERE art thou, beloved To-morrow? When young and old and strong and weak, Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow, Thy sweet smiles we ever seek, In thy place ah! well-a-day! We find the thing we fled - To-day. II. If I walk in Autumn's even While the dead leaves pass, If I look on Spring's soft heaven, - MUSIC. I. I PANT for the music which is divine, II. Let me drink of the spirit of that sweet sound, More, O more, — I am thirsting yet, It loosens the serpent which care has bound The dissolving strain, through every vein, III. As the scent of a violet withered up, Which grew by the brink of a silver lake; When the hot noon has drained its dewy cup, And mist there was none its thirst to slake And the violet lay dead while the odour flew On the wings of the wind o'er the waters blue IV. As one who drinks from a charmed cup Of foaming, and sparkling and murmuring wine, Whom, a mighty Enchantress filling up, Invites to love with her kiss divine. . THE ZUCCA. I. SUMMER was dead and Autumn was expiring, Had left the earth bare as the wave-worn sand II. Summer was dead, but I yet lived to weep I woke, and envied her as she was sleeping. Too happy Earth! over thy face shall creep No death divide thy immortality. see I loved III. O no, I mean not one of ye, Or any earthly one, though ye are dear As human heart to human heart may be ; I loved, I know not what—but this low sphere And all that it contains, contains not thee, Thou, whom seen nowhere, I feel everywhere. From heaven and earth, and all that in them are, Veiled art thou, like a star. IV. By Heaven and Earth, from all whose shapes thou flowest, Neither to be contained, delayed, nor hidden, Making divine the loftiest and the lowest, When for a moment thou art not forbidden To live within the life which thou bestowest; Cold as a corpse after the spirit's flight, Blank as the sun after the birth of night. |