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place I have wanted to go to for a long time, and how pleasant it will be if we can be there together.”
“That if has blighted the hopes of a great many, Odora,—if mother had not taken it into her head to get married, we should have been at home, and if she had sacked him we should not have been lashed into shoe-strings by this north wind, that almost freezes my ears, with no prospect of its abating, for the clouds are as black as
"Dear brother, let me repeat to you Shelley's beautiful poem upon the cloud, and the wind wont blow half so hard, nor the clouds look half so black."
Well, let us have it then; anything to kill time. You will no doubt do it justice, seeing you are a poetess.” “ I'll do my best, so we will have it.
I. "I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From the seas and the streams;
In their noon-day dreams.
The sweet buds every one,
As she dances about the sun,
And whiten the green plains under,
And laugh as I pass in thunder.
II. "I sift the snow on the mountains below,
And their great pines groan aghast ; And all the night 'tis my pillow white,
While I sleep in the arms of the blast,
Lightning my pilot sits.
It struggles and howls at fits ;
This pilot is guiding me,
In the depths of the purple sea;
Over the lakes and plains,
The spirit he loves remains, And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile,
hilst he is dissolving in rain.
The sanguine sunrise with his meteor eyes
When the morning star shines dead.
Which an earthquake rocks and swings, An eagle alit one moment may sit
In the light of his golden wings,
From the depth of heaven above,
As still as a brooding dove.
Whom mortals call the moon
By the midnight breezes strewn;
Which only the angels hear,
The stars peep behind her and peer;
Like a swarm of golden bees,
Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas,
V. “I bind the sun's throne with the burning zone
And the moon's with a girdle of pearl; The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim,
When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl,
Over a torrent sea,
The mountains its columns be,
With hurricane, fire, and snow,
Is the million-colored bow;
While the moist earth was laughing below.
And the nurseling of the sky,
I change, but I cannot die,
The pavilion of heaven is bare,
gleams, Build up the blue dome of air, I silently laugh at my cenotaph,
And out of the caverns of rain,
“Well, Odora, that is beautiful! I almost fancy that the sun is shining. Odora, are you acquainted with the character of Shelley ?”
* Not extensively, I have read his poems; are you, Alpheus ?"
"I read a brief biography of his not long since; there were traits in his political character that pleased me, but he was one of those that never matured anything, half of his poems are in an unfinished state."
“ Alpheus, the one that I have just repeated is finished ; in my humble opinion there are finished touches in this, that cannot be surpassed; and there is the poem addressed to the Lord Chancellor on his removing his children, under the false pretence of his not being capable of bringing them up. While he prays for the blighting curse to rest upon mies, there is a development of fra