TO CONTEMPLATION. FAINT gleams the evening radiance through the sky, Now the pleased eye from yon lone cottage sees On the green mead the smoke long-shadowing play; And sleeps along the dale the silent breeze. view thee on the calmy shore When ocean stills his waves to rest; Or when slow-moving on the serges hoar Meet with deep hollow roar And whiten o'er his breast; For lo! the moon with softer radiance gleams, When the low gales of evening moan along, Listening the mellow murmur of the trees Or lead me where amid the tranquil vale O'er the bank of violets sighs, Listening to hear its softened sounds arise; And watch the horn-eyed snail Creep o'er his long moon-glittering trail, And mark where, radiant through the night, [light. Moves in the grass-green hedge the glow-worm's living Thee, meekest power! I love to meet, The scattered abbey's hallowed rounds I trace Or on the half-demolished tomb, Whose warning texts anticipate my doom, Cast through the storying glass a faintly-varied light. Nor will I not in some more gloomy hour When the blast moans along the darksome aisle, The midnight shower with dreary sound,, When hope would weave her visions gay, O Contemplation! when to memory's eyes TO HORROR. DARK Horror, hear my call! Stern genius hear from thy retreat On some old sepulchre's moss-cankered seat That trembles o'er its shade; The roar of waters near, And listen to the deep dull groan Of some perturbed sprite Borne fitful on the heavy gales of night. Or whether o'er some wide waste hill Or if thou followest now on Greenland's shore, And by the dim drear boreal light Or if thy fury form, When o'er the midnight deep The dark-winged tempests sweep, Watches from some high cliff the increasing storm, Listening with strange delight, As the black billows to the thunder rave When by the lightning's light Thou seest the tall ship sink beneath the wave. Dark Horror! bear me where the field of fight |