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Lavish, lavish promiser,
Nigh persuading gods to err !
Guest of million painted forms,
Which in turn thy glory warms !
The frailest leaf, the mossy bark,
The acorn's cup, the raindrop's arc,
The swinging spider's silver line,
The ruby of the drop of wine,
The shining pebble of the pond,
Thou inscribest with a bond,
In thy momentary play,
Would bankrupt nature to repay.

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Ah, what avails it To hide or to shun Whom the Infinite One Hath granted his throne ? | The heaven high over Is the deep's lover; The sun and sea, Informed by thee, Before me run, And draw me on, Yet fly me still, As Fate refuses To me the heart Fate for me chooses. Is it that my opulent soul Was mingled from the generous whole; Sea-valleys and the deep of skies Furnished several supplies ; And the sands whereof I'm made Draw me to them, self-betrayed ? I turn the proud portfolio Which hold the grand designs Of Salvator, of Guercino, And Piranesi's lines. I hear the lofty pæans Of the masters of the shell, Who heard the starry music And recount the numbers well ; Olympian bards who sung

Divine Ideas below,
Which always find us young,
And always keep us so.
Oft, in streets or humblest places,
I detect far-wandered graces,
Which, from Eden wide astray,
In lowly homes have lost their way.

Thee gliding through the sea of form,
Like the lightning through the storm,
Somewhat not to be possessed,
Somewhat not to be caressed,
No feet so fleet could ever find,
No perfect form could ever bind.
Thou eternal fugitive,
Hovering over all that live,
Quick and skilful to inspire
Sweet, extravagant desire,
Starry space and lily-bell
Filling with thy roseate smell,
Wilt not give the lips to taste
Of the nectar which thou hast.

All that's good and great with thee
Works in close conspiracy ;
Thou hast bribed the dark and lonely
To report thy features only,
And the cold and purple morning
Itself with thoughts of thee adorning;
The leafy dell, the city mart,
Equal trophies of thine art;
E'en the flowing azure air
Thou hast touched for my despair ;
| And, if I languish into dreams,
Again I meet the ardent beams.
Queen of things ! I dare not die
In Being's deeps past ear and eye;
Lest there I find the same deceiver,
And be the sport of Fate for ever.
Dread Power, but dear! if God thou be,

Unmake me quite, or give thyself to me! VOL. V.

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Leave all for love;
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavour,-
Keep thee to-day,
To-morrow, for ever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved

Cling with life to the maid ;
But when the surprise,
First vague shadow of surmise
Flits across her bosom young
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free;
Nor thou detain her vesture's hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.

Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Though her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive ;
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.

TO ELLEN AT THE SOUTH.

TH

HE green grass is bowing,

The morning wind is in it; 'Tis a tune worth thy knowing,

Though it change every minute. 'Tis a tune of the Spring ;

Every year plays it over
To the robin on the wing,

And to the pausing lover.
O'er ten thousand, thousand acres,

Goes light the nimble zephyr ;
The Flowers—tiny sect of Shakers-

Worship him ever.
Hark to the winning sound !

They summon thee, dearest,
Saying, “ We have dressed for thee the ground,

Nor yet thou appearest.

O hasten; 'tis our time,

Ere yet the red Summer Scorch our delicate prime,

Loved of bee,--the tawny hummer. “O pride of thy race !

Sad, in sooth, it were to ours,
If our brief tribe miss thy face,

We poor New England flowers.
Fairest, choose the fairest members

Of our lithe society ;
June's glories and September's

Show our love and piety.
Thou shalt command us all, -

April's cowslip, summer's clover,
To the gentian in the fall,

Blue-eyed pet of blue-eyed lover. “O come, then, quickly come !

We are budding, we are blowing; And the wind that we perfume

Sings a tune that's worth the knowing."

TO EVA.

O

FAIR and stately maid, whose eyes

Were kindled in the upper skies At the same torch that lighted mine; For so I must interpret still Thy sweet dominion o'er my will,

A sympathy divine.

Ah! let me blameless gaze upon
Features that seem at heart my own;

Nor fear those watchful sentinels, Who charm the more their glance forbids, Chaste-glowing, underneath their lids,

With fire that draws while it repels.

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