Like a wide lake of green fertility, With streams and fields and marshes bare, "What think you, as she lies in her green cove, And of the miles of watery way We should have led her by this time of day." "Never mind!" said Lionel. "Give care to the winds; they can bear it well And see! The white clouds are driving merrily, And the stars we miss this morn will light How it whistles, Dominic's long black hair! "If I can guess a boat's emotions; And how we ought, two hours before, So, Lionel according to his art Weaving his idle words, Melchior said: "She dreams that we are not yet out of bed; We'll put a soul into her, and a heart Which like a dove chased by a dove shall beat." 'Ay, heave the ballast overboard, And stow the eatables in the aft locker. " "Would not this keg be best a little lowered?" "No, now all's right." "Those bottles of warm tea (Give me some straw)--must be stowed tenderly; Such as we used, in summer after six, To cram in great-coat pockets, and to mix Hard eggs and radishes and rolls at Eton, And, couched on stolen hay in those green harbours Farmers called gaps, and we schoolboys called arbours, Would feast till eight." With a bottle in one hand, As if his very soul were at a stand, Lionel stood when Melchior brought him steady:"Sit at the helm-fasten this sheet-all ready!" XXXVI. THE ZUCCA. I. SUMMER was dead, and Autumn was expiring, Had left the earth bare as the wave-worn sand 3. I loved-oh no! I mean not one of ye, Or any earthly one, though ye are dear As human heart to human heart may be ; see 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 [storm-benighted?] star. 4. 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; And leaving noblest things vacant and chidden, Cold as a corpse after the spirit's flight, Blank as the sun after the birth of night. 5. In winds and trees and streams, and all things common; In music, and the sweet unconscious tone Of animals, and voices which are human, Meant to express some feelings of their own; In the soft motions and rare smile of woman; In flowers and leaves; and in the grass fresh-shown, Or dying in the autumn; I the most Adore thee present, or lament thee lost. 6. And thus I went lamenting, when I saw Its leaves, which had outlived the frost, the thaw It owed its welcome death [and] bitter birth 8. I bore it to my chamber, and I planted 9. The mitigated influences of air And light revived the plant; and from it grew 10. Well might the plant grow beautiful and strong, Tears pure as heaven's rain, which fell upon it Mixed with the stringèd melodies that won it II. Had loosed his heart, and shook the leaves and flowers 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; Whilst this January 1822. XXXVII. THE ISLE. THERE was a little lawny islet, Like mosaic, paven : And its roof was flowers and leaves Where nor sun nor showers nor breeze Girt by many an azure wave With which the clouds and mountains pave XXXVIII. FRAGMENTS OF AN UNFINISHED DRAMA, The following fragments are part of a Drama undertaken for the amusement of the individuals who composed our intimate society, but left unfinished. I have preserved a sketch of the story as far as it had been shadowed in the poet's mind. An Enchantress, living in one of the islands of the Indian Archipelago, saves the life of a Pirate, a man of savage but noble nature. She becomes enamoured of him; and he, inconstant to his mortal love, for a while returns her passion: but at length, recalling the memory of her whom he left, and who laments his loss, he escapes from the Enchanted Island, and returns to his lady. His mode of life makes him again go to sea, and the Enchantress seizes the opportunity to bring him, by a spirit-brewed tempest, back to her Island. M. W. S. Scene, before the Cavern of the Indian Enchantress. ENCHANTRESS. HE came like a dream, in the dawn of life; Make answer the while my heart shall break! But my heart has a music which Echo's lips, Cast the darkness of absence, worse than death! My mansion is: where I have lived insphered From the beginning, and around my sleep Have woven all the wondrous imagery Of this dim spot which mortals call the world,- Sheets of immeasurable fire, and veins Of gold and stones and adamantine iron. I have wrought mountains, seas, and waves, and clouds, In the dark space of interstellar air. A good Spirit, who watches over the Pirate's fate, leads, in a mysterious manner, the lady of his love to the Enchanted Isle; and has also led thither a Youth, who loves the lady, but whose passion she returns only with a sisterly affection. The ensuing scene takes place between them on their arrival at the Isle, where they meet, but without distinct mutual recognition. INDIAN YOUTH AND LADY. Indian. And, if my grief should still be dearer to me Than all the pleasures in the world beside, Why would you lighten it? Lady. That which I seek, some human sympathy, In this mysterious island. Indian. My sister, my beloved! . I offer only Oh! my friend, What do I say! My brain is dizzy, and I scarce know whether I speak to thee or her. Lady. Peace, perturbed heart! The passing wind which heals the brow at noon, Yet cannot linger where it soothes the most, Or long soothe could it linger. Indian. You also loved? Lady. But you said Loved! Oh! I love!-Methinks This word of "love" is fit for all the world; And that for gentle hearts another name Would speak of gentler thoughts than the world owns. Indian. And thou lovest not? If so, |