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Move eastward, happy earth, and leave

Yon orange sunset waning slow : From fringes of the faded eve,

O, happy planet, eastward go ; Till over thy dark shoulder glow

Thy silver sister-world, and rise

To glass herself in dewy eyes
That watch me from the glen below.

Ah, bear me with thee, smoothly borne,

Dip forward under starry light, And move me to my marriage-morn,

And round again to happy night.

BREAK, break, break,

On thy cold gray stones, O Sea ! And I would that my tongue could utter

The thoughts that arise in me.

O well for the fisherman's boy,

That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad,

That he sings in his boat on the bay !

And the stately ships go on

To their haven under the hill ;
But O for the touch of a vanish'd hand,

And the sound of a voice that is still !

Break, break, break,

At the foot of thy crags, O Sea! But the tender grace of a day that is dead

Will never come back to me.

THE POET'S SONG

The rain had fallen, the Poet arose,

He pass’d by the town and out of the street, A light wind blew from the gates of the sun,

And waves of shadow went over the wheat, And he sat him down in a lonely place,

And chanted a melody loud and sweet, That made the wild-swan pause in her cloud,

And the lark drop down at his feet.

The swallow stopt as he hunted the bee,

The snake slipt under a spray,
The wild hawk stood with the down on his beak,

And stared, with his foot on the prey,
And the nightingale thought, “I have sung many songs,

But never a one so gay,
For he sings of what the world will be

When the years have died away."

The second division of this volume was published in the winter of 1832. Some of the poems have been considerably altered. Others have been added, which, with one exception, were written in 1833.

LONDON:
BRADBURY, AGNEW, & co., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIARS.

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