RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE. I. How warm this woodland wild Recess ! II. Eight springs have flown, since last I lay On sea-ward Quantock's heathy hills, Where quiet sounds from hidden rills Float here and there, like things astray, And high o'er head the sky-lark shrills. III. No voice as yet had made the air Beloved! flew your spirit by? IV. As when a mother doth explore The rose-mark on her long lost child, V. You stood before me like a thought, But when those meek eyes first did seem VI. Has not, since then, Love's prompture deep Has not Love's whisper evermore, Been ceaseless, as thy gentle roar? Sole voice, when other voices sleep, Dear under-song in Clamor's hour. ON REVISITING THE SEA-SHORE, AFTER LONG ABSENCE, UNDER STRONG MEDICAL RECOMMENDATION NOT TO BATHE. GOD be with thee, gladsome Ocean! Dissuading spake the mild Physician, But my soul fulfilled her mission, And lo! I breathe untroubled breath! FASHION's pining Sons and Daughters, VOL. I. P Me a thousand hopes and pleasures, Dreams, (the Soul herself forsaking,) A blessed shadow of this Earth! O ye hopes, that stir within me, I cannot die, if Life be Love. |