VI. ON LEIGH HUNT'S POEM, THE 66 STORY OF RIMINI. WHO loves to peer up at the morning sun, 1817. Of Heaven-Hesperus-let him lowly speak These numbers to the night, and starlight meek, Or moon, if that her hunting be begun. He who knows these delights, and too is prone Will find at once a region of his own, A bower for his spirit, and will steer Where robins hop, and fallen leaves are sear. VII. 1817. WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high piled books, in charact'ry, Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance; And when I feel, fair creature of an hour! That I shall never look upon thee more, Never have relish in the faery power Of unreflecting love!-then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink. VIII. TO HOMER. 1818. STANDING aloof in giant ignorance, Of thee I hear and of the Cyclades, So thou wast blind!-but then the veil was rent, And Pan made sing for thee his forest-hive; There is a triple sight in blindness keen; Such seeing hadst thou, as it once befel, To Dian, Queen of Earth, and Heaven, and Hell. IX. ANSWER TO A SONNET ENDING THUS : "Dark eyes are dearer far Than those that made the hyacinthine bell;" By J. H. REYNOLDS. Feb. 1818. BLUE! "Tis the life of heaven,—the domain The bosomer of clouds, gold, grey and dun. And all its vassal streams: pools numberless Blue! Gentle cousin of the forest-green, X. TO J. H. REYNOLDS. O THAT a week could be an age, and we So time itself would be annihilate, So a day's journey in oblivious haze To serve our joys would lengthen and dilate. O to arrive each Monday morn from Ind! To land each Tuesday from the rich Levant! In little time a host of joys to bind, And keep our souls in one eternal pant! This morn, my friend, and yester-evening taught Me how to harbour such a happy thought. |