We too have known such happy hours together, XXVII. SEPTEMBER, 1819. THE sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields Like a fair sister of the sky, And, sooth to say, yon Vocal grove, An impulse more profoundly dear Than music of the Spring. For that from turbulence and heat: 1817 Some region of impatient life: This, this is holy; while I hear These vespers of another year, But list! though winter storms be nigh, Unchecked is that soft harmony: There lives Who can provide For all his creatures; and in Him, Even like the radiant Seraphim, These choristers confide. XXVIII. UPON THE SAME OCCASION. DEPARTING Summer hath assumed That calls from yonder leafy shade, No faint and hesitating trill, Such tribute as to Winter chill Nor doth the example fail to cheer Ye myrtle wreaths, your fragrance shed Yet will I temperately rejoice; Wide is the range, and free the choice Which, haply, kindred souls may prize For deathless powers to verse belong, But some their function have disclaimed, Not such the initiatory strains. In Britain's earliest dawn: Trembled the groves, the stars grew pale, While all too daringly the veil Of nature was withdrawn! Nor such the spirit-stirring note Woe! woe to Tyrants! from the lyre And not unhallowed was the page Love listening while the Lesbian Maid O ye, who patiently explore That were, indeed, a genuine birth Of poesy; a bursting forth Of genius from the dust: What Horace gloried to behold, What Maro loved, shall we enfold? 1819. XXIX. MEMORY. A PEN- to register; a key By allegoric Bards. As aptly, also, might be given That, softening objects, sometimes even Outstrips the heart's demand; That smooths foregone distress, the lines Of lingering care subdues, Long-vanished happiness refines, And clothes in brighter hues ; Yet, like a tool of Fancy, works Those Spectres to dilate That startle Conscience, as she lurks Within her lonely seat. C that our lives, which flee so fast, I purity were such, |