And years I left behind me in an hour. What time upon her airy bounds I hung One half the garden of her globe was flung, view Unrolling as a chart unto my Tenantless cities of the desert too! Ianthe, beauty crowded on me then, And half I wished to be again of men." "My Angelo! and why of them to be? A brighter dwelling-place is here for thee- And woman's loveliness-and passionate love." 66 But, list, Ianthe! when the air so soft Failed, as my pennon'd spirit leapt aloft, gg Perhaps my brain grew dizzy-but the world. Sprang from her station, on the winds apart, But with a downward, tremulous motion thro' Dread star! that came, amid a night of mirth, A red Dædalion on the timid Earth. "We came and to thy Earth-but not to us She grants to us, as granted by her God- And thy star trembled—as doth Beauty then!" Thus, in discourse, the lovers whiled away The night that waned and waned and brought no day. They fell for Heaven to them no hope imparts Who hear not for the beating of their hearts. SONNET-TO SCIENCE. CIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, |