Wandering in solitude, and evermore 100 Voice of the Desert, fare-thee-well; sweet Bird! 104 If that substantial title please thee more, XV. AT THE CONVENT OF CAMALDOLI. 5 GRIEVE for the Man who hither came bereft, dream must cease To be; by Faith, not sight, his soul must live; Else will the enamoured Monk too surely find How wide a space can part from inward peace The most profound repose his cell can give. XVI. CONTINUED. THE world forsaken, all its busy cares All trust abandoned in the healing might ceive 5 How subtly works man's weakness, sighs may heave For such a One beset with cloistral snares. ΙΟ XVII. AT THE EREMITE OR UPPER CONVENT OF WHAT aim had they, the Pair of Monks, in size eyes, 5 Dare they confront the lean austerities 1 See Note. 10 Where mingle, as for mockery combined, XVIII. AT VALLOMBROSA. Thick as autumnal leaves that strew the brooks PARADISE LOST. “VALLOMBROSA-I longed in thy shadiest wood To slumber, reclined on the moss-covered floor!" Fond wish that was granted at last, and the Flood, That lulled me asleep, bids me listen once more. Its murmur how soft! as it falls down the steep, Near that Cell-yon sequestered Retreat high in air 6 Where our Milton was wont lonely vigils to keep For converse with God, sought through study and prayer. The Monks still repeat the tradition with pride, And its truth who shall doubt? for his Spirit is here; 10 In the cloud-piercing rocks doth her grandeur abide, In the pines pointing heavenward her beauty austere ; 1 See Note. 2 See for the two first lines, "Stanzas composed in the Simplon Pass." In the flower-besprent meadows his genius we trace Turned to humbler delights, in which youth might confide, That would yield him fit help while prefiguring that Place 15 Where, if Sin had not entered, Love never had died. When with life lengthened out came a desolate time, And darkness and danger had compassed him round, 19 With a thought he would flee to these haunts of his prime, And here once again a kind shelter be found. And let me believe that when nightly the Muse Did waft him to Sion, the glorified hill, Here also, on some favoured height, he would choose To wander, and drink inspiration at will. Vallombrosa! of thee I first heard in the page Of that holiest of Bards, and the name for my mind 26 Had a musical charm, which the winter of age And the changes it brings had no power to unbind. And now, ye Miltonian shades! under you part, 30 While your leaves I behold and the brooks they will strew, And the realised vision is clasped to my heart. Even so, and unblamed, we rejoice as we may In Forms that must perish, frail objects of sense; Unblamed-if the Soul be intent on the day 35 When the Being of Beings shall summon her hence. For he and he only with wisdom is blest Who, gathering true pleasures wherever they grow, Looks up in all places, for joy or for rest, To the Fountain whence Time and Eternity flow. 40 XIX. AT FLORENCE. UNDER the shadow of a stately Pile, The dome of Florence, pensive and alone, 6 The mind, depressed by thought of greatness flown. II As a true man, who long had served the lyre, XX. BEFORE THE PICTURE OF THE BAPTIST, BY RAPHAEL, IN THE GALLERY AT FLORENCE. THE Baptist might have been ordained to cry Forth from the towers of that huge Pile, wherein |