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Fire raged: and, when the spangled floor
Of ancient ether was no more,

New heavens succeeded, by the dream brought forth:
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And all the happy Souls that rode

Transfigured through that fresh abode,
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Had heretofore, in humble trust,
the whole & wi the sky

Shone meekly mid their native dust, se i wawed with kindred look,

The Glow-worms of the earth! se husky nook,

This knowledge, from an Angel's voice

Proceeding, made the heart rejoice the road w holghbouring stream

Of Him who slept upon the open lea : # Brand svt and slumbrous dream,

Waking at morn he murmured not;
a dewam, within whose shadowy bounds! And, till life's journey closed, the spot
W e the earth born Star,

Was to the Pilgrim's soul endeared,
in which glittered from afar;

Where by that dream he had been cheered Will we to witness !) from the frame

Beneath the shady tree. the whewal Orb, there came luw dwible sounds.

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Concealed from friends who might disturb Preserves her beauty mid autumnal leaves
Thy quiet with no ill intent,

And to her mournful habits fondly cleaves.
Secure from evil eyes and hands

When files of stateliest plants have ceased to bloom, On barbarous plunder bent,

One after one submitting to their doom,

When her coevals each and all are fled, Rest, Mother-bird ! and when thy young What keeps her thus reclined upon her lonesome Take flight, and thou art free to roam,

bed ? When withered is the guardian Flower, And empty thy late home,

The old mythologists, more impress'd than we

Of this late day by character in tree
Think how ye prospered, thou and thine,

Or herb, that claimed peculiar sympathy,
Amid the unviolated grove

Or by the silent lapse of fountain clear,
Housed near the growing Primrose-tuft Or with the language of the viewless air
In foresight, or in love.

By bird or beast made vocal, sought a cause 1833.

To solve the mystery, not in Nature's laws

But in Man's fortunes. Hence a thousand tales
XXVIII.

Sung to the plaintive lyre in Grecian vales.
LOVE LIES BLEEDING.

Nor doubt that something of their spirit swayed

The fancy-stricken Youth or heart-sick Maid, You call it, “ Love lies bleeding,”-80 you may, Who, while each stood companionless and eyed Though the red Flower, not prostrate, only droops, | This undeparting Flower in crimson dyed, As we have seen it here from day to day,

Thought of a wound which death is slow to cure,
From month to month, life passing not away: A fate that has endured and will endure,
A flower how rich in sadness ! Even thus stoops, And, patience coveting yet passion feeding,
(Sentient by Grecian sculpture's marvellous power) | Called the dejected Lingerer, Love lies bleeding.
Thus leans, with hanging brow and body bent
Earthward in uncomplaining languishment,
The dying Gladiator. So, sad Flower !
('Tis Fancy guides me willing to be led,
Though by a slender thread,)

XXX.
So drooped Adonis bathed in sanguine dew
Of his death-wound, when he from innocent air

RURAL ILLUSIONS.
The gentlest breath of resignation drew;
While Venus in a passion of despair

SYLPH was it? or a Bird more bright
Rent, weeping over him, her golden hair

Than those of fabulous stock ? Spangled with drops of that celestial shower.

A second darted by ;- and lo!
She suffered, as Immortals sometimes do ;

Another of the flock,
But pangs more lasting far, that Lover knew Through sunshine flitting from the bough
Who first, weighed down by scorn, in some lone

To nestle in the rock.
bower

Transient deception ! a gay freak Did press this semblance of unpitied smart

Of April's mimicries ! Into the service of his constant heart,

Those brilliant strangers, hailed with joy His own dejection, downcast Flower ! could share

Among the budding trees, With thine, and gave the mournful name which Proved last year's leaves, pushed from the spray thou wilt ever bear.

To frolic on the breeze.

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To be confounded with live growths,

Most dainty, most admired, Were only blossoms dropped from twigs

Of their own offspring tired.

Not such the World's illusive shows;

Her wingless flutterings,
Her blossoms which, though shed, outbravo

The floweret as it springs,
For the undeceived, smile as they may,

Are melancholy things :
But gentle Nature plays her part

With ever-varying wiles,
And transient feignings with plain truth

So well she reconciles,
That those fond Idlers most are pleased
Whom oftenest she beguiles.

1832.

Now she works with three or four, Like an Indian conjurer ; Quick as he in feats of art, Far beyond in joy of heart. Were her antics played in the eye Of a thousand standers-by, Clapping hands with shout and stare, What would little Tabby care For the plaudits of the crowd ? Over happy to be proud, Over wealthy in the treasure Of her own exceeding pleasure !

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'Tis a pretty baby-treat ; Nor, I deem, for me unmeet; Here, for neither Babe nor me, Other play-mate can I see. Of the countless living things, That with stir of feet and wings (In the sun or under shade, Upon bough or grassy blade) And with busy revellings, Chirp and song, and murmurings, Made this orchard's narrow space, And this vale so blithe a place ; Multitudes are swept away Never more to breathe the day : Some are sleeping ; some in bands Travelled into distant lands; Others slunk to moor and wood, Far from human neighbourhood ; And, among the Kinds that keep With us closer fellowship, With us openly abide, All have laid their mirth aside.

THE KITTEN AND FALLING LEAVES.

THAT way look, my Infant, lo ! What a pretty baby-show ! See the Kitten on the wall, Sporting with the leaves that fall, Withered leaves one-two-and threeFrom the lofty elder-tree ! Through the calm and frosty air Of this morning bright and fair, Eddying round and round they sink Softly, slowly: one might think, From the motions that are made, Every little leaf conveyed Sylph or Faery hither tending, To this lower world descending, Each invisible and mute, In his wavering parachute. - But the Kitten, how she starts, Crouches, stretches, paws, and darts ! First at one, and then its fellow Just as light and just as yellow ; There are many now---now oneNow they stop and there are none : What intenseness of desire In her upward eye of fire ! With a tiger-leap half way Now she meets the coming prey, Lets it go as fast, and then Has it in her power again :

Where is he that giddy Sprite, Blue-cap, with his colours bright, Who was blest as bird could be, Feeding in the apple-tree ; Made such wanton spoil and rout, Turning blossoms inside out ; Hung-head pointing towards the groundFluttered, perched, into a round Bound himself, and then unbound; Lithest, gaudiest Harlequin ! Prettiest Tumbler ever seen! Light of heart and light of limb; What is won become of Him ? Lambs, that through the mountains went Frisking, bleating merriment, When the year was in its prime, They are sobered by this time. If you look to vale or hill,

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