ECHO SONG So those two voices met; so Joy and Death Mingled their accents; and, amidst the rush Of many thoughts, the listening poet cried,"Oh! thou art mighty, thou art wonderful, Mysterious Nature! Not in thy free range Of woods and wilds alone, thou blendest thus The dirge-note and the song of festival; But in one heart, one changeful human heartAy, and within one hour of that strange worldThou call'st their music forth, with all its tones, To startle and to pierce !—the dying swan's, And the glad skylark's-Triumph and Despair!" ECHO SONG IN thy cavern-hall, Echo! art thou sleeping? Dreamy silence keeping? From the shepherd's horn, Wakes thee, Echo! into music leaping. Then the woods rejoice, Then glad sounds are swelling From each sister-voice Round thy rocky dwelling; And their sweetness fills All the hollow hills, With a thousand notes, of one life telling! -Softly mingled notes, of one life telling. 201 Echo in my heart Thus deep thoughts are lying, Buried, yet undying; Till some gentle tone Wakening haply one, Calls a thousand forth, like thee replying! -Strange, sweet Echo! even like thee replying. THE MUFFLED DRUM THE muffled drum was heard But it told them not how dear, The oaks of England waved O'er the slumbers of his race, But a pine of the Ronceval made moan When the muffled drum was heard GENIUS SINGING TO LOVE 203 Brief was the sorrowing there, By the stream from battle red, But a mother-soon to die, And a sister-long to weep, Even then were breathing prayers for him, While the muffled drum was heard GENIUS SINGING TO LOVE "That voice re-measures Whatever tones and melancholy pleasures The things of nature utter; birds or trees, Or where the tall grass mid the heath-plant waves, I HEARD a song upon the wandering wind, Might seem to gush from Sappho's fervent heart, Over the wild sea-wave ;-at times the strain Its own still world amidst the o'erpeopled world, "THEY crown me with the glistening crown, I hear the pealing music of renown- Mine were a lone dark lot, "They tell me that my soul can throw From thee, from thee, is caught that golden glow! It gives to flower and skies A bright, new birth! "Thence gleams the path of morning Over the kindling hills, a sunny zone ! Thence to its heart of hearts the rose is burning With lustre not its own! Thence every wood-recess Is filled with loveliness, Each bower, to ringdoves and dim violets known. GENIUS SINGING TO LOVE "I see all beauty by the ray That streameth from thy smile; Of fear midst quivering joy. Yet must I perish if the gift depart- "The music from my lyre With thy swift step would flee; 205 The world's cold breath would quench the starry fire In my deep soul-a temple filled with thee ! Sealed would the fountains lie, The waves of harmony, Which thou alone canst free! "Like a shrine midst rocks forsaken, So mute, so void, so shattered, "Leave me not, Love! or if this earth If the bright summer-land of thy pure birth Send thee a silvery voice that whispers Come! |