HARTLEY COLERIDGE. I. FIRST WORDS OF ADAM. WHAT was 't awakened first the untried ear Making sweet music out of air as sweet? II. SONNET TO A FRIEND. WE parted on the mountains, as two streams As close pent up within my native dell, III. LONG time a child, and still a child, when years A thriftless prodigal of smiles and tears, But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep; and waking, A rathe December blights my lagging May; IV. MAY-TIME IN ENGLAND. (1832.) Is this the merry May of tale and song? Chill breathes the north, the sky looks chilly blue, The waters wear a cold and iron hue, Or wrinkle as the crisp wave creeps along, Much like an ague-fit. The starry throng Of flow'rets droop, o'erdone with drenching dew, Or close their leaves at noon, as if they knew And felt, in helpless wrath, the season's wrong. Yet in the half-clad woods, the busy birds Chirping with all their might to keep them warm, The young hare flitting from her ferny form, The vernal lowing of the amorous herds, And swelling buds, impatient of delay, Declare it should be, though it is not, May. V. SECOND NUPTIALS. THERE is no jealousy in realms above: The honored matron's part; to bear the pain, |