V.

Oh, wondrous smile! that beams on us with light,
And adds to all its sweet intensity,

As others with ourselves may have the sight
Of such imperial beauty. Ah! to me

Sweet Nature, like to Love, is life's chief part,
Since bitterness is changed to joy by thee;
And they who love, revere with gentle heart
Thy smile, above bright fancies' fairest speech,
Though all a poet's wealthiest language start
With measured breath so pure a height to reach.
O, rare and beauteous smile! life's wonder thou!
A strengthening peace! a silence wise to teach!
A protestation deep! a sacred vow!

A vision, with the world around thy brow.

VI.

Peace to the gentle dust that resteth here!
Where Avon sings upon its silvery way,
And reverend pilgrims come from far and near,
Since Shakespeare breathed the never-dying lay,
And Time stood still whilst Fame and he partook
Of glory like the sun, with happy ray

To all who gaze within the open book
Inscribed to Nature, bountiful and sweet :-
Here would I simply sing by soothing brook,
Where thou and he alone wert wont to meet,
Happy to catch a smile that once was thine,
To feel the green grass bend beneath my feet,
Or help to decorate some beauteous shrine

With meadow flowers, these fingers may entwine.

LOVE SONG.

LOVE SONG.

In a dream of the night,
Afar from the day,

By the soft moon light,

You passed my way.

I was calmly at rest

In heaven, I thought, In the fields of the blest, When your hand I caught

Between dark sky and hill; O the depth of sweet eyes

Deep as ocean, and still

As the midsummer skies.