When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,

She walks in beauty, like the nigh
Of cloudless climes and starry ski
And all that’s best of dark and br
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light

See the sweet women, friend, that
The ever-falling fountain of green
Round the white bending stem, and
Of our most blushful flower shine
To teach philosophers the thirst o

Last night returning from my twili
I met the grey mist Death, whose
Was bent on me, and from his hand
He reached me flowers as from a wi
O Death, what bitter nosegays giv

As Puritans they prominently wax,
And none more kindly gives and tak
Strong psalmic chanting, like to n
They join to thunderings of their
But naughtiness, with hoggery, not

On the morning of May,
Ere the children had entered my ga
With their wreaths and mechanical
A metal ding-dong of the date!
I mounted our hill, bearing heart

All other joys of life he strove t
And magnify, and catch them to his
But they had suffered shipwreck wi
And gazed upon him sallow from the
Or if Delusion came, 'twas but to

I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, l
Merciful love that tantalizes not,
One—thoughted, never—wandering, gu
Unmasked, and being seen—without a
O! let me have thee whole,—all—all

The day is gone, and all its sweet
Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand
Warm breath, light whisper, tender
Bright eyes, accomplish’d shape, a
Faded the flower and all its budde

O World! O life! O time!
On whose last steps I climb,
Trembling at that where I had sto
When will return the glory of your
No more—oh, never more!

And, like a dying lady lean and pa
Who totters forth, wrapp’d in a ga
Out of her chamber, led by the ins
And feeble wanderings of her fadin
The moon arose up in the murky eas

O Wild West Wind, thou breath of
Thou, from whose unseen presence t
Are driven, like ghosts from an en
Yellow, and black, and pale, and h
Pestilence—stricken multitudes: O

A mountainous and mystic brute
No rein can curb, no arrow shoot,
Upon whose doomed deformed back
I sweep the planets’ scorching tra
Old is the elf, and wise, men say,

White founts falling in the courts
And the Soldan of Byzantium is sm
There is laughter like the fountai
It stirs the forest darkness, the
It curls the blood—red …

The hucksters haggle in the mart
The cars and carts go by;
Senates and schools go droning on;
For dead things cannot die.
A storm stooped on the place of to

And wilt thou weep when I am low?
Sweet lady! speak those words agai
Yet if they grieve thee, say not s
I would not give that bosom pain.
My heart is sad, my hopes are gone

Thou Power! who hast ruled me thr
Young offspring of Fancy, 'tis ti
Then rise on the gale this the las
The coldest effusion which springs
This bosom, responsive to rapture

The roses of Love glad the garden
Though nurtur’d 'mid weeds droppin
Till Time crops the leaves with u
Or prunes them for ever, in Love’
In vain, with endearments, we soot

Ye scenes of my childhood, whose l
Embitters the present, compar’d wi
Where science first dawn’d on the
And friendships were form’d, too r
Where fancy, yet, joys to retrace

Remind me not, remind me not,
Of those beloved, those vanish’d h
When all my soul was given to thee
Hours that may never be forgot,
Till Time unnerves our vital powe

Thy cheek is pale with thought, bu
And yet so lovely, that if Mirth
Its rose of whiteness with the bri
My heart would wish away that rude
And dazzle not thy deep—blue eyes—

There be none of Beauty’s daughte
With a magic like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing

There is a mystic thread of life
So dearly wreath’d with mine alone
That Destiny’s relentless knife
At once must sever both, or none.
There is a Form on which these ey

When Friendship or Love
Our sympathies move;
When Truth, in a glance, should a
The lips may beguile,
With a dimple or smile,

O! had my Fate been join’d with t
As once this pledge appear’d a tok
These follies had not, then, been
For, then, my peace had not been b
To thee, these early faults I owe

Whene’er I view those lips of thi
Their hue invites my fervent kiss;
Yet, I forego that bliss divine,
Alas! it were——unhallow’d bliss.
Whene’er I dream of that pure bre

Oh! did those eyes, instead of fir
With bright, but mild affection sh
Though they might kindle less desi
Love, more than mortal, would be t
For thou art form’d so heavenly fa

Time! on whose arbitrary wing
The varying hours must flag or fly
Whose tardy winter, fleeting sprin
But drag or drive us on to die——
Hail thou! who on my birth bestowe

I had a dream, which was not all a
The bright sun was extinguish’d, a
Did wander darkling in the eternal
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy
Swung blind and blackening in the

I saw thee weep—the big bright tea
Came o’er that eye of blue;
And then methought it did appear
A violet dropping dew:
I saw thee smile—the sapphire’s bl

'Tis done—but yesterday a King!
And armed with Kings to strive—
And now thou art a nameless thing:
So abject—yet alive!
Is this the man of thousand throne

Remember him, whom Passion’s powe
Severely——deeply——vainly proved:
Remember thou that dangerous hour,
When neither fell, though both wer
That yielding breast, that melting

Chill and mirk is the nightly blas
Where Pindus’ mountains rise,
And angry clouds are pouring fast
The vengeance of the skies.
Our guides are gone, our hope is l

'Tis done——and shivering in the ga
The bark unfurls her snowy sail;
And whistling o’er the bending mas
Loud sings on high the fresh’ning
And I must from this land be gone

River, that rollest by the ancient
Where dwells the Lady of my love,
Walks by thy brink, and there perc
A faint and fleeting memory of me:
What if thy deep and ample stream

There was a time, I need not name
Since it will ne’er forgotten be,
When all our feelings were the sam
As still my soul hath been to thee
And from that hour when first thy