The everlasting universe of things
Flows through the mind, and rolls
Now dark—now glittering—now reflec
Now lending splendour, where from
The source of human thought its tr

See yon opening flower
Spreads its fragrance to the blast
It fades within an hour,
Its decay is pale—is fast.
Paler is yon maiden;

Best and brightest, come away!
Fairer far than this fair Day,
Which, like thee to those in sorro
Comes to bid a sweet good—morrow
To the rough Year just awake

Arethusa arose
From her couch of snows
In the Acroceraunian mountains,—
From cloud and from crag,
With many a jag,

And the cloven waters like a chasm
Stood, and received him in its mig
And led him through the deep’€™s u
He went in wonder through the path
Of his great Mother and her humid

‘Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain;
My hand is on thy brow,
My spirit on thy brain;
My pity on thy heart, poor friend;
And from my fingers flow

Heigho! the lark and the owl!
One flies the morning, and one lul
Only the nightingale, poor fond so
Sings like the fool through darkne
“A widow bird sate mourning for he

Rarely, rarely, comest thou,
Spirit of Delight!
Wherefore hast thou left me now
Many a day and night?
Many a weary night and day

Now the last day of many days,
All beautiful and bright as thou,
The loveliest and the last, is dea
Rise, Memory, and write its prais
Up,—to thy wonted work! come, trac

I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright:
I arise from dreams of thee,