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Moon of Harvest, I do love
In the blue vault of the sky,
Pleasing 'tis, oh! modest Moon!
And thinking soon,
Oh, modest Moon!
Along the road,
To see the load,
Storms and tempests, floods and rains,
But may all nature smile with aspect boon, When in the heavens thou show'st thy face, oh
’Neath yon lowly roof he lies,
His visionary views of joy!
tering whirlwind spare.
Sons of luxury, to you
While on the gale
Shall softly sail
And oft my eyes
Shall grateful rise
TO THE HERB ROSEMARY.*
Sweet scented flower! who art wont to bloom
On January's front severe,
And o'er the wintry desert drear
And as I twine the mournful wreath,
The melody of death.
With the pale corse in lonely tomb,
And throw across the desert gloom
And we will sleep a pleasant sleep,
So peaceful and so deep.
* The Rosemary buds in January. It is the flower commonly put in the coffins of the dead.
Mysterious music dies.
The cold turf altar of the dead :
Where as I lie, by all forgot, A dying fragrance thou wilt o'er my ashes shed.
TO THE MORNING.
WRITTEN DURING ILLNESS.
Beams of the daybreak faint ! I hail
Your dubious hues, as on the robe
Of night, which wraps the slumbering globe, I mark your traces pale.
Tired with the taper's sickly light,
I hail the streaks of morn divine:
That round my rural casement twine;
The fresh gale o'er the green lawn breathes, It fans my feverish brow,—it calms the mental
strife, And cheerily reillumes the lambent flame of life.
The lark has her gay song begun,
She leaves her grassy nest,
Gleams on her speckled breast.
Now let me leave my restless bed,
Now through the custom'd wood walk wend;
Where high o'er head the wild briers bend,
Till on the mountain's summit gray, I sit me down, and mark the glorious dawn of day.
Oh Heaven! the soft refreshing gale
It breathes into my breast !
Is with new colours dress’d.
Blithe Health! thou soul of life and ease!
Invigorate my frame :
Beyond those clouds of flame.
Above, below, what charms unfold
In all the varied view !
Behind the twilight's hue.
They shun the clear blue face of Morn;
The fleecy clouds successive fly, [adorn. While bright prismatic beams their shadowy folds