And hark, how merrily, from distant tow'r, Such is the jocund wake of Whitsuntide, Then anon Oh, Ignorance, Thou art fall'n man's best friend! With thee he speeds Burn down his scorching cheek; or the keen steel Of wounded feeling penetrate his breast. E'en now, as leaning on this fragrant bank, I taste of all the keener happiness Which sense refin'd affords Ev'n now my heart Would fain induce me to forsake the world, Throw of these garments, and in shepherd's weeds, That I could almost err in reason's spite, Such is life: The distant prospect always seems more fair, Far fairer than before, yet compass'd round With the same dangers, and the same dismay. ODE, WRITTEN ON WHIT MONDAY. HARK, how the merry bells ring jocund round, And now they die upon the veering breeze; Anon they thunder loud Full on the musing ear. Wafted in varying cadence, by the shore An ancient holiday. And lo! the rural revels are begun, And gaily echoing to the laughing sky, Resounds the voice of Mirth. Alas! regardless of the tongue of Fate, That tells them 'tis but as an hour since they, Who now are in their graves, Kept up the Whitsun dance. And that another hour, and they must fall A cold and cheerless sleep. Yet why should thoughts like these intrude to scare A transient visitor? Mortals! be gladsome while ye have the power, That warns ye to your graves. I to the woodland solitude will bend My lonesome way- where Mirth's obstreperous shout Shall not intrude to break The meditative hour. There will I ponder on the state of man, To sad reflection's shrine; And I will cast my fond eye far beyond This world of care, to where the steeple loud Where I shall sleep in peace. CANZONET. 1. MAIDEN! wrap thy mantle round thee, Why should Horror's voice astound thee? All under the tree Thy bed may be, And thou mayst slumber peacefully. 2. Maiden! once gay pleasure knew thee; Love has been a felon to thee Yet, poor maiden, do not weep: There's rest for thee All under the tree, Where thou wilt sleep most peacefully. COMMENCEMENT OF A POEM ON DESPAIR. SOME to Aonian lyres of silver sound |