Emily,
A ship is floating in the harbour
A wind is hovering o’er the mounta
There is a path on the sea’s azure
No keel has ever plough’d that pat

Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on t
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a differ
And ever changing, like a joyless

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;

The death-bell beats!—
The mountain repeats
The echoing sound of the knell;
And the dark Monk now
Wraps the cowl round his brow,

When the lamp is shattered
The light in the dust lies dead —
When the cloud is scattered,
The rainbow’s glory is shed.
When the lute is broken,

The babe is at peace within the wo
The corpse is at rest within the t
We begin in what we end.

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

Like the ghost of a dear friend de
Is Time long past.
A tone which is now forever fled,
A hope which is now forever past,
A love so sweet it could not last,

Vessels of heavenly medicine! may
Auspicious waft your dark green fo
Safe may ye stem the wide surround
Of the wild whirlwinds and the rag
And oh! if Liberty e’er deigned t

Good-night? ah! no; the hour is il
Which severs those it should unite
Let us remain together still,
Then it will be good night.
How can I call the lone night goo