O Let me die a-singing!
O let me drown in light!
Another day is winging
Out from the nest of night.
The morning-glory’s velvet eye
Brims with a jewelled bead.
To-day my soul’s a dragon-fly,
The world a swaying reed.
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O, It is pleasant, with a heart at ease,
Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies,
To make the shifting clouds be what you please,
Or let the easily persuaded eyes
Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould
Of a friend’s fancy; or, with head bent low,
And cheek aslant, see rivers flow of gold,
’Twixt crimson banks; and then a... -
I Sit here and the earth is wrapped in snow,
And the cold air is thick with falling night:
I think of the still, dewy summer eves,
When cows came slowly sauntering up the lane,
Waiting to nibble at the juicy grass;
When the green earth was full of changing life,
When the warm wind blew soft, and slowly passed,
Caressing now and then some... -
“De mémoires de Roses on n’a point vu mourir le Jardinier.”
THE ROSE in the garden slipped her bud,
And she laughed in the pride of her youthful blood,
As she thought of the Gardener standing by—
“He is old—so old! And he soon must die!”The full Rose waxed in the warm June air,
And she spread and spread till her heart lay bare;
And she... -
IN melancholic fancy,
Out of myself,
In the vulcan dancy,
All the world surveying,
Nowhere staying,
Just like a fairy elf;
Out o’er the tops of highest mountains skipping,
Out o’er the hills, the trees and valleys tripping,
Out o’er the ocean seas, without an oar or shipping.
Hallo, my fancy,... -
Ever let the Fancy roam,
Pleasure never is at home:
At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,
Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;
Then let wingèd Fancy wander
Through the thought still spread beyond her:
Open wide the mind’s cage-door,
She ’ll dart forth, and cloudward soar.O sweet Fancy! let her loose;
Summer’s joys are spoilt...