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SUMMER was dead and Autumn was expiring,

And infant Winter laughed upon the land All cloudlessly and cold ;—when I, desiring

More in this world than any understand, Wept o'er the beauty, which, like sea retiring,

Had left the earth bare as the wave-worn sand Of my poor heart, and o'er the grass and flowers Pale for the falsehood of the flattering hours.

Summer was dead, but I yet lived to weep

The instability of all but weeping;
And on the earth lulled in her winter sleep

I woke, and envied her as she was sleeping. Too happy Earth! over thy face shall creep

The wakening vernal airs, until thou, leaping From unremembered dreams shalt [ ] see No death divide thy immortality.

I loved-0


I mean not one of ye, Or any earthly one, though ye are dear As human heart to human heart may be ;I loved, I know not what—but this low sphere,

* Pumpkin.

And all that it contains, contains not thee,

Thou, whom, seen nowhere, I feel everywhere, Dim object of my soul's idolatry.

By Heaven and Earth, from all whose shapes

thou flowest, Neither to be contained, delayed, or hidden, Making divine the loftiest and the lowest,

When for a moment thou art not forbidden To live within the life which thou bestowest,

And leaving noblest things, vacant and chidden, Cold as a corpse after the spirit's flight, Blank as the sun after the birth of night.

In winds, and trees, and streams, and all things

common, In music, and the sweet unconscious tone Of animals, and voices which are human,

Meant to express some feelings of their own; In the soft motions and rare smile of woman, In flowers and leaves, and in the fresh grass

shown, Or dying in the autumn, I the most Adore thee present, or lament thee lost.


And thus I went lamenting, when I

A plant upon the river's margin lie,
Like one who loved beyond his Nature's law,

And in despair had cast him down to die :

Its leaves which had outlived the frost, the thaw

Had blighted as a heart which hatred's eye Can blast not, but which pity kills ; the dew Lay on its spotted leaves like tears too true.

The Heavens had wept upon it, but the Earth

Had crushed it on her unmaternal breast

I bore it to my chamber, and I planted

It in a vase full of the lightest mould ; The winter beams which out of Heaven slanted

Fell through the window panes, disrobed of cold, Upon its leaves and flowers; the star which panted In evening for the Day, whose car has rolled Over the horizon's wave, with looks of light Smiled on it from the threshold of the night.

The mitigated influences of air

And light revived the plant, and from it grew Strong leaves and tendrils, and its flowers fair,

Full as a cup with the vine's burning dew, O’erflowed with golden colours; an atmosphere

Of vital warmth, infolded it anew, And every impulse sent to every part The unbeheld pulsations of its heart.

Well might the plant grow beautiful and strong.

Even if the sun and air had smiled not on it; For one wept o'er it all the winter long

Tears pure as Heaven's rain, which fell upon it

Hour after hour; for sounds of softest song

Mixed with the stringed melodies that won it To leave the gentle lips on which it slept, Had loosed the heart of him who sat and wept.

Had loosed his heart, and shook the leaves and

flowers On which he wept, the while the savage storm Waked by the darkest of December's hours Was raving round the chamber hushed and

warm ; The birds were shivering in their leafless bowers,

The fish were frozen in the pools, the form
Of every summer plant was dead [
Whilst this


ARIEL to Miranda :- Take
This slave of music, for the sake
Of him, who is the slave of thee;
And teach it all the harmony
In which thou canst, and only thou,
Make the delighted spirit glow,
Till joy denies itself again,
And, too intense, is turned to pain.
For by permission and command
Of thine own Prince Ferdinand,

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