Our eyeless bark sails free,
  Though with boom and spar
Andes, Alp, or Himmalee
  Strikes never moon or star.

My highway is unfeatured air,
My consorts are the sleepless Stars,
And men my giant arms upbear,—
My arms unstained and free from scars.

I rest forever on my way,
Rolling around the happy Sun;
My children love the sunny day,
But noon and...

O earth! art thou not weary of thy graves?
Dear, patient mother Earth, upon thy breast
How are they heaped from farthest east to west!
From the dim north, where the wild storm-wind raves
O’er the cold surge that chills the shore it laves,
To sunlit isles...

Oh, be not ether-borne, poet of earth;
Stretch not thy wings to such a cloudless height
As ne’er to know the darkness of the night,
As ne’er to feel the touch of grief or mirth
That lives in human sympathy, whose birth
Is longed for in this world of love...

From the German by Lord Bulwer-Lytton
“TAKE the world,” cried the God from his heaven
  To men—“I proclaim you its heirs;
To divide it amongst you ’t is given:
  You have only to settle the shares.”

Each takes for himself as it pleases,
  Old and...

From “Alastor”; Preface
   “Nondum amabam, et amare amabam, quærebam quid amarem, amans amare.”—Confessions of Saint Augustine.

  EARTH, ocean, air, belovèd brotherhood!
If our great mother has imbued my soul
With aught of natural piety to feel
Your love,...

As from the earth the light Balloon

Asks nothing but release —

Ascension that for which it was,

Its soaring Residence.

The spirit looks upon the Dust

That fastened it so long

With indignation,

...

Poet:

Delia, th' unkindest girl on earth,

   When I besought the fair,

That favour of intrinsic worth,

   A ringlet of her hair, -


Refus'd that instant to comply

   With my absurd request,

For reasons she...

Poet:

High from the earth I heard a bird,

He trod upon the trees

As he esteemed them trifles,

And then he spied a breeze,

And situated softly

Upon a pile of wind

Which in a perturbation

Nature had...

Poet:

Somewhere upon the general Earth

Itself exist Today —

The Magic passive but extant

That consecrated me —


Indifferent Seasons doubtless play

Where I for right to be —

Would pay each Atom that I am...

Poet: