TO AN INFANT. Aн cease thy Tears and Sobs, my little Life! To anger rapid and as soon appeased, Break Friendship's Mirror with a tetchy blow, Yet snatch what coals of fire on Pleasure's altar glow! O thou that rearest with celestial aim The future Seraph in my mortal frame, Still let me stretch my arms and cling to thee, WRITTEN LINES AT SHURTON BARS, NEAR BRIDGE- Good verse most good, and bad verse then seems better ANON. NOR travels my meandering eye Nor now with curious sight I mark the glow-worm, as I pass, Move with "green radiance" through the grass, An EMERALD of Light. O ever present to my view! And soothes your boding fears: Ah me! You are in tears! Beloved Woman! did you fly breast But why with sable wand unblessed Untenanting its beauteous clay I felt it prompt the tender Dream, When slowly sunk the day's last gleam; You roused each gentler sense As sighing o'er the Blossom's bloom And hark, my Love! The sea-breeze moans Through yon reft house! O'er rolling stones In bold ambitious sweep The onward-surging tides supply The silence of the cloudless sky Dark reddening from the channelled Isle* The Watchfire, like a sullen star Even there-beneath that light-house tower— In the tumultuous evil hour Ere Peace with SARA came, Time was, I should have thought it sweet To count the echoings of my feet, The Holmes, in the Bristol Channel. |