V. In winds, and trees, and streams, and all things common. Meant to express some feelings of their own; Adore thee present or lament thee lost. VI. And thus I went lamenting, when I saw VII. The Heavens had wept upon it, but the Earth VIII. I bore it to my chamber, and I planted It in a vase full of the lightest mould; Fell through the window panes, disrobed of cold, Upon its leaves and flowers; the star which panted In evening for the Day, whose car has rolled Over the horizon's wave, with looks of light Smiled on it from the threshold of the night. IX. The mitigated influences of air And light revived the plant, and from it grew And every impulse sent to every part X. Well might the plant grow beautiful and strong, Tears pure as Heaven's rain, which fell upon it Hour after hour; for sounds of softest song Mixed with the stringèd melodies that won it To leave the gentle lips on which it slept, XI. Had loosed his heart, and shook the leaves and flowers On which he wept, the while the savage storm Waked by the darkest of December's hours Was raving round the chamber hushed and warm ; The birds were shivering in their leafless bowers, The fish were frozen in the pools, the form Of every summer plant was dead ROUGH wind, that moanest loud Grief too sad for song; Knells all the night long; Sad storm, whose tears are vain, Deep caves and dreary main, Wail, for the world's wrong! THE MAGNETIC LADY TO HER PATIENT. 66 I. SLEEP, sleep on! forget thy pain; My hand is on thy brow, My spirit on thy brain; My pity on thy heart, poor friend; The powers of life, and like a sign, And brood on thee, but may not blend With thine. 66 II. Sleep, sleep on! I love thee not; But when I think that he Who made and makes my lot As full of flowers as thine of weeds, Might then have charmed his agony For thine. III. "Sleep, sleep, and with the slumber of The dead and the unborn Forget thy life and love; Forget that thou must wake for ever; Forget the world's dull scorn; Forget lost health, and the divine Feelings which died in youth's brief morn; And forget me, for I can never Be thine. IV. "Like a cloud big with a May shower, My soul weeps healing rain, Its light within thy gloomy breast |