Or does it suit our humour to commend Should sometimes think, where'er they chance to spy What recompense is kept in store or left With what nice care equivalents are given, How just, how bountiful, the hand of Heaven. 20 30 March 1840 TH V THE GLEANER (SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE) HAT happy gleam of vernal eyes, That cheek-a kindling of the morn, That lip-a rose-bud from the thorn, I saw; and Fancy sped To scenes Arcadian, whispering, through soft air, And happiness that never flies (How can it where love never dies?) What mortal form, what earthly face ΤΟ 20 'Mid that soft air, those long-lost bowers, Thanks to this tell-tale sheaf of corn, 1828 30 VI TO A REDBREAST (IN SICKNESS) TAY, little cheerful Robin! stay, STA And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay Though I, alas! may ne'er enjoy A charm, that thought can not destroy, Methinks that in my dying hour Thy song would still be dear, And with a more than earthly power Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting Spring. S. H. Published 1842. VII KNOW an aged Man constrained to dwell Where he abides, as in a Prisoner's cell, ΙΟ When he could creep about, at will, though poor There, at the root of one particular tree, Dear intercourse was theirs, day after day; Months passed in love that failed not to fulfil, Thus in the chosen spot a tie so strong That when his fate had housed him 'mid a throng Wife, children, kindred, they were dead and gone; One living Stay was left, and on that one O that the good old Man had power to prove, 1846 ΤΟ 20 30 VIII SONNET TO AN OCTOGENARIAN FFECTIONS lose their object; Time brings forth AF If love exist no longer, it must die, Wanting accustomed food, must pass from earth, This sad belief, the happiest that is left One to whom Heaven assigns that mournful part Still shall be left some corner of the heart ΙΟ 1846 IX FLOATING ISLAND THESE lines are by the Author of the Address to the Wind, etc., published heretofore along with my poems. Those to a Redbreast are by a deceased female Relative. H ARMONIOUS Powers with Nature work On sky, earth, river, lake and sea; Once did I see a slip of earth (By throbbing waves long undermined) But all might see it float, obedient to the wind; Might see it, from the mossy shore On which the warbling birds their pastime take. Food, shelter, safety, there they find; A peopled world it is; in size a tiny room. And thus through many seasons' space But Nature, though we mark her not, This little Island may survive ; Will take away, may cease to give. Perchance when you are wandering forth Upon some vacant sunny day, Without an object, hope, or fear, ΙΟ 20 Thither your eyes may turn-the Isle is passed away; Buried beneath the glittering Lake, D. W. Published 1842 H° X OW beautiful the Queen of Night, on high A brightening edge will indicate that soon Break forth,-again to walk the clear blue sky. Published 1850 O XI 'Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone Wi' the auld moone in hir arme.' Ballad of Sir Patrick Spence, Percy's Reliques. NCE I could hail (howe'er serene the sky) The Moon re-entering her monthly round, No faculty yet given me to espy The dusky Shape within her arms imbound, Which some have named her Predecessor's ghost. Young, like the Crescent that above me shone, All that appeared was suitable to One I saw (ambition quickening at the view) ΤΟ |