For heaven in sunshine will requite X. Then let the ties of baffled love Be broken-thine will never break; Thy heart can feel—but will not move; Thy soul, though soft, will never shake. XI. And these, when all was lost beside, And bearing still a breast so tried, STANZAS TO AUGUSTA. (1) [ "THOUGH THE DAY OF MY DESTINY's," &c.]` 1. THOUGH the day of my destiny's over, The faults which so many could find; And the love which my spirit hath painted II. Then when nature around me is smiling, Because it reminds me of thine; (1) [These beautiful verses, so expressive of the writer's wounded feelings at the moment, were written in July, at the Campagne Diodati, near Geneva, and transmitted to England for publication, with some other pieces. "Be careful," he says, "in printing the stanzas beginning, "Though the day of my destiny's,' &c., which I think well of as a composition."-E] (2) [In the original MS.— "Though the days of my glory are over, And the sun of my fame hath declined."—E] And when winds are at war with the ocean, It is that they bear me from thee. III. Though the rock of my last hope is shiver'd, There is many a pang to pursue me: They may crush, but they shall not contemn They may torture, but shall not subdue me "Tis of thee that I think not of them. (1) IV. Though human, thou didst not deceive me, (1) [Originally thus: "There is many a pang to pursue me, And many a peril to stem: They may torture, but shall not subdue me; They may crush, but they shall not contemn."-E] (2) [MS." Though watchful, 'twas but to reclaim me, Nor, silent, to sanction a lie.”—E] V. Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it, 'Twas folly not sooner to shun: IV. From the wreck of the past, which hath perish'd, It hath taught me that what I most cherish'd In the desert a fountain is springing, July 24. 1816. |