I do not weep; I would not weep;
Our mother needs no tears:
Dry thine eyes, too; 'tis vain to…
This causeless grief for years.
What though her brow be changed an…
Riches I hold in light esteem
And Love I laugh to scorn
And lust of Fame was but a dream
That vanished with the morn–
And if I pray, the only prayer
If grief for grief can touch thee,
If answering woe for woe,
If any truth can melt thee
Come to me now!
I cannot be more lonely,
Come, the wind may never again
Blow as now it blows for us;
And the stars may never again shin…
Long before October returns,
Seas of blood will have parted us;
It was night and on the mountains
Fathoms deep the snow drifts lay;
Streams and waterfalls and fountai…
Down the darkness stole away.
Long ago the hopeless peasant
How clear she shines! How quietly
I lie beneath her guardian light;
While heaven and earth are whisper…
“ Tomorrow, wake, but, dream to—ni…
Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!
O, thy bright eyes must answer now…
When Reason, with a scornful brow…
Is mocking at my overthrow!
O, thy sweet tongue must plead for…
And tell why I have chosen thee!
How beautiful the Earth is still
To thee–how full of Happiness;
How little fraught with real ill
Or shadowy phantoms of distress;
How Spring can bring thee glory y…
Come hither, child—who gifted thee
With power to touch that string so…
How darest thou rouse up thoughts…
Thoughts that I would—but cannot…
Nay, chide not, lady; long ago
There should be no despair for you
While nightly stars are burning,
While evening pours its silent dew
And sunshine gilds the morning.
There should be no despair —though…
In summer’s mellow midnight,
A cloudless moon shone through
Our open parlour window,
And rose-trees wet with dew.
I sat in silent musing;
The day is done, the winter sun
Is setting in its sullen sky;
And drear the course that has been…
And dim the hearts that slowly die…
No star will light my coming night…
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight,
All soft and still and fair;
The solemn hour of midnight
Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere…
But most where trees are sending
Oh, for the time when I shall sle…
And never care how rain may steep,
Or snow may cover me!
No promised heaven these wild desi…