LET Bright suns without a spot; But thou art no such perfect thing: Rejoice that thou art not! Heed not tho' none should call thee fair; If nought in loveliness compare With what thou art to me. True beauty dwells in deep retreats, Whose veil is unremoved Till heart with heart in concord beats, And the lover is beloved. 1824. T The Wren 2 (FROM THE CONTRAST') HIS moss-lined shed, green, soft, and dry, Not shunning man's abode, though shy, Strange places, coverts unendeared, In which this Child of Spring was reared, Is warmed, thro' winter, by her feathery breast. To the bleak winds she sometimes gives A slender unexpected strain ; Proof that the hermitess still lives, Though she appear not, and be sought in vain. 1825. To a Skylark1 THEREAL minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! ET Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Leave to the nightingale her shady wood; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home! 1825. The Skylark STANZAS FROM 'A MORNING EXERCISE 2 AIL, blest above all kinds !-Supremely skilled Faithful, though swift as lightning, the meek dove Yet more hath Nature reconciled in thee; So constant with thy downward eye of love, Yet, in aërial singleness, so free; So humble, yet so ready to rejoice In power of wing and never-wearied voice. To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring warbler!-that love-prompted strain ('Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond) Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain : Yet might'st thou seem, proud privilege! to sing All independent of the leafy spring. How would it please old Ocean to partake, With sailors longing for a breeze in vain, The harmony thy notes most gladly make Where earth resembles most his own domain ! Urania's self might welcome with pleased ear These matins mounting towards her native sphere. Chanter by heaven attracted, whom no bars To daylight known deter from that pursuit, 'Tis well that some sage instinct, when the stars Come forth at evening, keeps Thee still and mute; For not an eyelid could to sleep incline Wert thou among them, singing as they shine! 1828. S The Sonnet1 CORN not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound; With it Camöens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow: a glow-worm lamp, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land To struggle through dark ways; and, when a damp The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew 1827. H The Wishing-Gate1 OPE rules a land for ever green : All powers that serve the bright-eyed Queen Are confident and gay; Clouds at her bidding disappear; Points she to aught ?-the bliss draws near, Not such the land of Wishes-there Yet how forlorn, should ye depart, Ye superstitions of the heart, How poor, were human life! When magic lore abjured its might, Inquire not if the faery race Enough that all around is fair, The selfish to reprove. |