As when from Chaos' giant arms set free, Soft-gliding now, as when o'er pebbles glancing, Now with majestic swell, and strong, As thunder peals in organ-tones along; And now with stormy gush, As down the rock, in foam, the whirling torrents rush ; To a whisper now Melts it amorously, Like the breeze through the bough Of the aspen tree; Heavily now, and with a mournful breath, Like midnight's wind along those wastes of death, Where Awe the wail of ghosts lamenting hears, And slow Cocytus trails the stream whose waves are tears. Speak, maiden, speak!-Oh, art thou one of those Spirits more lofty than our region knows? Should we in thine the mother-language seek, Souls in Elysium speak? TO LAURA; RAPTURE. LAURA-above this world methinks I fly, And my soul drinks a more ethereal air, A lyre-sound from the Paradise afar, A harp-note trembling from some gracious star, And my muse feels the Golden Shepherd-hours, I see the young Loves flutter on the wing Move the charm'd trees, as when the Thracian's string Wild life to forests gave; Swifter the globe's swift circle seems to fly, When in the whirling dance thou glidest by, Light as a happy wave. Thy looks, when there Love's smiles their gladness wreathe, Could life itself to lips of marble breathe ; Lend rocks a pulse divine; My wildest dreams a life would take, indeed, TO LAURA; THE MYSTERY OF REMINISCENCE. 1 WHO, and what gave to me the wish to woo thee— Who made thy glances to my soul the link— As from the conqueror's unresisted glaive, And yield themselves to thee! Why from its lord doth thus my soul depart ?— Or were they brothers in the days of yore, 1 This exquisite love-poem is founded on the Platonic notion, that souls were united in a pre-existent state-that love is the yearning of the spirit to reunite with the spirit with which it formerly made one, and which it discovers on earth. The idea has often been made subservient to poetry, but never with so earnest and elaborate a beauty. Were once our beings blent and intertwining, Yes, it is so !And thou wert bound to me In the dark troubled tablets which enroll Wondering and awed-I read, I read it there, Round us, in waters of delight, for ever And where the sunshine bathed Truth's mountain-springs Weep for the godlike life we lost afar— And grow divine again. And therefore came to me the wish to woo thee- This made thy glances to my soul the link- And therefore, as before the conqueror's glaive, Therefore my soul doth from its lord depart, Thou too-Ah, there thy gaze upon me dwells, And thy young blush the tender answer tells; Each glowing soul still feels the kindred ties, Each as an exile to his homeward skies Each to the other flies. |