SOMETHING CHILDISH, BUT VERY NATURAL. WRITTEN IN GERMANY. IF I had but two little wings, But thoughts like these are idle things, But in my sleep to you I fly : I'm always with you in my sleep! But then one wakes, and where am I? Sleep stays not, though a monarch bids: For though my sleep be gone, 1798-9. ON REVISITING THE SEA-SHORE, AFTER LONG ABSENCE, UNDER STRONG MEDICAL RECOMMENDATION NOT TO BATHE. God be with thee, gladsome Ocean! Dissuading spake the mild physician, "Those briny waves for thee are death!' But my soul fulfilled her mission, And lo! I breathe untroubled breath! Fashion's pining sons and daughters, Me a thousand hopes and pleasures, Dreams, (the soul herself forsaking,) A blessed shadow of this Earth! O ye hopes, that stir within me, I cannot die, if Life be Love. 1801. THE KEEPSAKE. THE tedded hay, the first fruits of the soil, tall Sheds its loose purple bells, or in the gust, lark, Or mountain-finch alighting. And the rose (In vain the darling of successful love) 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!* Has worked, (the flowers which most she knew I loved,) And, more beloved than they, her auburn hair. In the cool morning twilight, early waked By her full bosom's joyous restlessness, Softly she rose, and lightly stole along, Down the slope coppice to the woodbine bower, Whose rich flowers, swinging in the morning breeze, Over their dim fast-moving shadows hung, Making a quiet image of disquiet In the smooth, scarcely moving river-pool. There, in that bower where first she owned her love, And let me kiss my own warm tear of joy stretched The silk upon the frame, and worked her name Between the Moss-Rose and Forget me-not— Her own dear name, with her own auburn hair! That forced to wander till sweet spring return, * 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 (Ver gissmeinnicht) and, I believe, in Denmark and Sweden. I yet might ne'er forget her smile, her look, Her voice, (that even in her mirthful mood Has made me wish to steal away and weep,) Nor yet the entrancement of that maiden kiss With which she promised, that when spring returned, She would resign one half of that dear name, And own thenceforth no other name but mine! 1801 THE VISIONARY HOPE. SAD lot, to have no hope! Though lowly kneeling He fain would frame a prayer within his breast, Would fain entreat for some sweet breath of healing, That his sick body might have ease and rest; guest, Some royal prisoner at his conqueror's feast, |