The fountains mingle with the rive
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;

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

Ah! sweet is the moonbeam that sle
And sweet the mild rush of the sof
And sweet is the glimpse of yon di
'Neath the verdant arcades of yon
But sweeter than all was thy tone

'Tis the terror of tempest. The r
Are flickering in ribbons within t
From the stark night of vapours th
And when lightning is loosed, like
She sees the black trunks of the w

The Elements respect their Maker’
Still Like the scathed pine tree’
Braving the tempests of the night
Have I 'scaped the flickering fla
Like the scathed pine, which a mon

I dreamed that Milton’s spirit ro
From life’s green tree his Urania
And from his touch sweet thunder f
All human things built in contempt
And sanguine thrones and impious a

One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it;
One feeling too falsely disdained
For thee to disdain it;
One hope is too like despair

The sun is set; the swallows are a
The bats are flitting fast in the
The slow soft toads out of damp co
And evening’s breath, wandering he
Over the quivering surface of the

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

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