As if it pleased her to caress Made me the more her child. Athwart my face when blushes pass I fall into the dewy grass, And hear a music strangely made, My dreams are dreams of pleasantness,— But yet I always run, As to a father's morning kiss, When rises the round sun; I see the flowers on stalk and stem, Enjoy the breeze,—I rock with them,—— I do remember well, when first I saw the great blue sea,— It was no stranger-face, that burst In terror upon me; My heart began, from the first glance, His solemn pulse to follow, I danced with every billow's dance, And shouted to their hollo. The Lamb that at its mother's side All seem to be of kin to me, And love my slender hand, For we are bound, by God's decree, In one defensive band. And children, who the worldly mind And ways have not put on, Are ever glad in me to find A blithe companion : And when for play they leave their homes, Left to their own sweet glee, They hear my step, and cry, "He comes, Our little friend,—'tis he." Have you been out some starry night, And found it joy to bend Your eyes to one particular light, Till it became a friend? And then, so loved that glistening spot, That, whether it were far Or more or less, it mattered not,— It still was your own star. Thus, and thus only, can you know, How I, even scornèd I, Can live in love, tho' set so low, And' my ladie-love so high; Thus learn, that on this varied ball, Whate'er can breathe and move, The meanest, lornest, thing of all— Still owns its right to love. With no fair round of household cares Will my lone hearth be blest, Never the snow of my old hairs Will touch a loving breast; No darling pledge of spousal faith To whom a blessing with my breath Would be a double blessing: But yet my love with sweets is rife, It beautifies my waking life, A shape that floats upon the night, A voice of seraphim,- -a light I hide me in the dark arcade, I watch the flittings of her dress, Oh deep delight! the frail guitar She sings a song she brought from far, I cannot understand; Her voice is always as from heaven, But yet I seem to hear Its music best, when thus 'tis given All music to my ear. She' has turned her tender eyes around, And seen me crouching there, And smiles, just as that last full sound Is fainting on the air; And now, I can go forth so proud, And raise my head so tall. My heart within me beats so loud, And musical withal : And there is summer all the while, How should the universe not smile, For tho' that smile can nothing more Than merest pity prove, Yet pity, it was sung of yore, Is not so far from love. From what a crowd of lovers' woes My weakness is exempt! How far more fortunate than those Who mark me for contempt! No fear of rival happiness My fervent glory smothers, The zephyr fans me none the less Thus without share in coin or land, The wealth of Nature in my hand, My Love above me like a sun, My own bright thoughts my wings,— As gay as aught that sings. One hour I own I dread,-to die No soothing voice, no tearful eye,— But that must soon be ended; And then I shall receive my part Of everlasting treasure, In that just world where each man's heart Will be his only measure. THE VIOLET-GIRL. WHEN Fancy will continually rehearse Some painful scene once present to the eye, 'Tis well to mould it into gentle verse, That it may lighter on the spirit lie. I |