II. TO THE SKY. Far from the rustlings of the poplar bough, Of restless life, to thee in love I turn O thou rich sky! and from thy splendours learn III. ON WATCHING THE FLIGHT OF A SKY-LARK. Upward and upward still!-in pearly light With bliss in every wind, and crystal skies Hath meaning for all bosoms; most of all For their high place: O Heirs of Genius! learn still! IV. ON RECORDS OF IMMATURE GENIUS. Oh! judge in thoughtful tenderness of those, Who, richly dowered for life, are called to die, Let their mind's riches claim a trustful sigh! Deem them but sad sweet fragments of a strain, By the strong rush, the crowding joy and pain From its true sphere :-Oh! soon it might have swelled Majestically forth!-Nor doubt, that He Whose touch mysterious may on earth dissolve Their grand consummate hymn, from passion-gusts made free! V. A THOUGHT OF THE SEA. My earliest memories to thy shores are bound, As the vast shining floor of some dread fane, Draw my soul's dream, which thro' all nature sought DISTANT SOUND OF THE SEA AT EVENING. 33 VI. DISTANT SOUND OF THE SEA AT EVENING. Yet, rolling far up some green mountain dale, Thy swell, thou deep! when evening calls the bird, Seen through the gathering of a dewy veil, And gleaming flocks lie down, and flower-cups close Then, 'midst the dying of all other sound, When the soul hears thy distant voice profound, Lone-worshipping, and knows that through the night "Twill worship still, then most its anthem tone Speaks to our being of the Eternal One, Who girds tired nature with unslumbering might. C |