Thee, gentle woman, for thy voice re-measures The things of Nature utter; birds or trees, Or where the stiff grass mid the heath-plant waves, Murmur and music thin of sudden breeze. [Dear Maid! whose form in solitude I seek, It were, in proud and stately step to go, With trump and timbrel clang, and popular shout, To celebrate the shame and absolute rout Unhealable of Freedom's latest foe, Whose tower'd might shall to its centre nod. When human feelings, sudden, deep and vast, Were armied in the hearts of living men, *The two last lines appear exactly thus in the newspaper from which they are derived. It would be a fruitless waste of ingenuity to attempt by conjecture to fill up the hiatuses, or to decide whether they were intentional or arose from the illeg of the Author's MS.-ED. THE KEEPSAKE.* 'HE tedded hay, the first fruits of the soil, THE The tedded hay and corn-sheaves in one field, Show summer gone, ere come. The foxglove tall Sheds its loose purple bells, or in the gust, Or when it bends beneath the up-springing lark, Or mountain-finch alighting. And the rose (In vain the darling of successful love) Stands, like some boasted beauty of past years, The thorns remaining, and the flowers all gone. Nor can I find, amid my lonely walk By rivulet, or spring, or wet road-side, That blue and bright-eyed floweret of the brook, Hope's gentle gem, the sweet forget-me-not! † So will not fade the flowers which Emmeline With delicate fingers on the snow-white silk Has work'd (the flowers which most she knew I loved,) And, more beloved than they,‡ her auburn hair. * Printed in The Morning Post, September 17, 1802. One of the names (and meriting to be the only one) of the Myosotis Scorpioides Palustris, a flower from six to twelve . inches high, with blue blossom and bright yellow eye. It has the same name over the whole Empire of Germany (Vergissmein nicht) and, I believe, in Denmark and Sweden. More beloved than all-1802. In the cool morning twilight, early waked Softly she rose, and lightly stole along, Down the slope coppice to the woodbine bower, * In the smooth, scarcely moving + river-pool. She would resign one half of that dear name, * Adown the meadow to the woodbine bower-1802. Scarcely-flowing-It. THE DAY-DREAM.* FROM AN EMIGRANT TO HIS ABSENT WIFE. IF thou wert here, these tears were tears of light! But from as sweet a vision did I start As ever made these eyes grow idly bright! And though I weep, yet still around my heart A sweet and playful tenderness doth linger, Touching my heart as with an infant's finger. My mouth half open, like a witless man, All o'er my lips a soft and breeze-like feeling- Upon a sleeping mother's lips, I guess It would have made the loving mother dream That she was softly bending down to kiss Her babe, that something more than babe did seem, A floating presence of its darling father, Across my chest there lay a weight, so warm! * Printed in The Morning Post, October 19, 1802. And lo! I seem'd to see a woman's form Thine, Sara, thine? O joy, if thine it were ! I gazed with stifled breath, and fear'd to stir it, No deeper trance e'er wrapt a yearning spirit! And now, when I seem'd sure thy face to see, 'Twas Frederic, who behind my chair had clomb, And with his bright eyes at my face was peeping. I bless'd him, tried to laugh, and fell a-weeping! TO A YOUNG LADY. ON HER RECOVERY FROM A FEVER. WHY need I say, Louisa dear! How glad I am to see you here, A lovely convalescent; Risen from the bed of pain and fear, The sunny showers, the dappled sky, * * Printed in The Morning Post, December 9, 1799, and in The Annual Anthology, vol. ii., Bristol, 1800. The lines are there entitled "To a Young Lady on her first appearance after a dangerous illness," written in the spring, 1799. The young lady is named Ophelia in the original version of the poem.-ED. †The breezy air, the sun, the sky, The little birds that sing on high-1799. |