Then wheeling about with its mates at play, Above and below, and among the spray, Hither and thither, with screams as wild, As the laughing mirth of a rosy child! What joy it must be, like a living breeze, The wastes of the blossoming purple heath, COME, LIVE WITH ME, ETC. Marlom.-1503. COME, live with me and be my love, There will we sit upon the rocks, There will I make thee beds of roses A gown made of the finest wool, A belt of straw and ivy buds, The shepherd swains shall dance and sing THE SONG OF THE SEA SHELL. Mrs. Abdy. I CAME from the ocean, a billow passed o'er me, And covered with sea weed and glistening with foam, I fell on the strand, and a stranger soon bore me To deck the gay halls of his far distant home. Encompassed by exquisite myrtles and roses, Still, still in the deep I am pining to be, And the low voice within me my feeling discloses, And evermore murmurs the sound of the sea. Since I left the blue deep I am ever regretting, And mingled with men in the regions above, I have known them, the ties they once cherished forgetting, Oft trust to new friendship and cling to new love. Oh! is it so hard to preserve true devotion? Let mortals who doubt seek a lesson from me, I am bound by mysterious ties to the ocean, And no language is mine but the sound of the sea. THE DROP OF DEW. Andrew Marvell. SEE how the orient dew, Yet careless of its mansion new, For the dear region where 'twas born, Round in itself encloses; And in its little globe's extent Because so long divided from the sphere, Till the warm sun pities its pain THE CLOUD. Shelley. I BRING fresh showers for the thirsting flowers I bear light shade for the leaves when laid From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, I wield the flail of the lashing hail, I sift the snow on the mountains below, In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, Lured by the love of the genii that move Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream The spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile, While he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise with his meteor eyes, As on the jag of a mountain crag, Which an earthquake rocks and swings And when sunset may breathe from the lit sea beneath |