II. No leaf doth tremble, no ripple is there On the river, all's still, and the night's sleepy eye Closes up, and forgets all its Lethean care, Charm'd to death by the drone of the humming May-fly; And the moon, whether prudish or complaisant, Has fled to her bower, well knowing I want No light in the dusk, no torch in the gloom, III. Lift the latch! ah gently! ah tenderly-sweet! The shut rose shall dream of our loves and awake Full-blown, and such warmth for the morning take, The stock-dove shall hatch his soft twin-eggs and coo, While I kiss to the melody, aching all through! 1818. SONG. I HAD a dove and the sweet dove died; O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, Sweet little red feet! why should you die Why would you leave me, sweet bird! why? You lived alone in the forest-tree, Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me? 1818. FAERY SONG. SHED no tear! O, shed no tear! Weep no more! O! weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root's white core. Dry your eyes! Oh! dry your eyes! For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies— Shed no tear. Overhead look overhead! 'Mong the blossoms white and red— I vanish in the heaven's blue Adieu, Adieu! SONG. SPIRIT here that reignest! Spirit here that burnest! My forehead low, All passion-struck, Into thy pale dominions! Spirit here that laughest! Spirit here that quaffest! Spirit here that dancest! I join in the glee, While nudging the elbow of Momus! With a Bacchanal blush, Just fresh from the banquet of Comus ! FAERY SONG. АH! woe is me! poor silver-wing! These blossoms snow upon thy lady's pall! Such calm favonian burial! Go, pretty page! and soothly tell,— That now in vain are weeping their last tears, EXTRACTS FROM AN OPERA. O! WERE I one of the Olympian twelve, After some beauty veiled far away, Each step he took should make his lady's hand A kiss should bud upon the tree of love, |