NATURE. T may indeed be phantasy when I Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings; And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie Lessons of love and earnest piety. So let it be; and if the wide world rings In mock of this belief, to me it brings And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be, The only God! and Thou shalt not despise Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. 1 FANCY IN NUBIBUS. IT is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please, Or let the easily-persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould Of a friend's fancy; or, with head bent low And cheek aslant, see rivers flow of gold 'Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go From mount to mount through Cloudland, gorgeous land! Be that blind bard who, on the Chian strand By those deep sounds possessed with inward light, Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssee Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE. THE AUTUMNAL MOON. ILD splendour of the various-vested Night! I watch thy gliding, while with watery light Thy weak eye glimmers through a fleecy veil; Thy placid lightning o'er the awakened sky. SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERidge. FAREWELL TO LOVE. |AREWELL, sweet Love! yet blame you not my truth: More fondly ne'er did mother eye her child Your fair creations, and had won her kindness, Your dream alone I dreamt, and caught your blindness. ! ASK not riches, and I ask not power, Hail, sweet Retirement! lead me to thy bower, |