I saw him on his throne, far in th… Him ye call Winter, picturing him… An aged man, whose frame, with pal… Bends o’er the fiery element, his… But he I saw was a young god, who…

Come where the white waves dance a… Of some lone isle, lost in the unk… Whose golden sands by mortal foot… Were never printed,—where the frag… That never swept o’er land or floo…

Oh, thou surpassing beauty! that d… Shrined in yon silent stream of gl… Spirit of harmony! that through th… And cloud-embroidered canopy, art… Thy wings, that o’er our shadowy e…

Why art thou weeping Over the happy, happy dead, Who are gone away, From this life of clay, From this fount of tears,

Were they but dreams? Upon the da… Evening comes down, the wings of f… On which the day soared to the sun… The moon sits calmly like a soul a… Looking upon the never-resting ear…

Round thy steep castle walls, Who seeks thy love must ride, Who from their dizzy summit falls, Must death abide. O Lady proud and fair,

Let us stay here: nor ever more de… From this sweet wilderness Nature… Have made, not for light wandering… Through their fair chaos half one… But for th’ abiding place of those…

I would I might be with thee, whe… Begins to wane, and that thou walk… Upon the rocky strand, whilst loud… The autumn wind sings, from his cl… Wild requiems for the summer that…

Nay, let the Past be past, nor st… From the dim backward vista of our… To bring departed pleasures here a… In youth’s fresh morning light and… And brooding golden mist let them…

I look along the dusty dreary way, So lately strew’d with blossoms fr… The sweet procession of the year i… And wither’d whirling leaves run r… Like throngs of tatter’d beggars f…

Oh, serious eyes! how is it that t… The burning rays, that mine pour i… Still find ye cold, and dead, and… Oh, lifeless eyes! can ye not answ… Oh, lips! whereon mine own so ofte…

If thou wert standing by yon tide, And I were standing by thy side, Methinks a death I could contrive… Pleasanter than the life I live. For I would lay me at thy feet,

Life wanes, and the bright sunligh… Sets o’er the mountain-tops, where… O Innocence! O Trustfulness! O… Where are ye all, white-handed sis… Who with me on my way did walk alo…

WRITTEN AT OATLANDS. I SHALL come no more to the Ced… The fairies’ palace, beside the st… Where the yellow sun-rays at morni… Through their tresses dark, with a…

O Lesbian! if thy faith were mine… Then might I in that summer sea Seek for a slumber sound as thine, Beneath thy rock of Leucady. But though the waves, with death’s…