WORK WITHOUT HOPE.* LINES COMPOSED 21ST FEBRUARY,† 1827. ALL LL Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their The bees are stirring-birds are on the wing- Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring! Yet well I ken the banks where amaranths blow, YOUTH AND AGE.‡ VERSE, a breeze mid blossoms straying, With Nature, Hope, and Poesy, * Printed in The Bijou, Lond., William Pickering, 1828. On a day in February-Bijou. Printed in The Bijou, 1828, and in The Literary Souvenir of the same date. § Clings-Bijou. When I was young?—Ah, woful when ! That fear no spite of wind or tide! Nought cared this body for wind or weather When Youth and I lived in't together.§ Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like; O! the joys, that came down shower-like, Ere I was old! Ere I was old? Ah woful Ere,** Which tells me, Youth's no longer here! *This house of clay-Bijou. + O'er hill and dale and sounding sands-il. Boats-ib. § See Ode to the Rain, suprà, p. 263. || Of Beauty, Truth, and Liberty-1828. ** Ah mournful Ere-Literary Souvenir. †† So merry and sweet-Bijou. False conceit-il. It cannot be that Thou art gone! Dew-drops are the gems of morning, When we are old : + That only serves to make us grieve *This dragging gait-Bijou. + Here the poem ends in The Bijou, and the Literary Souvenir. The remaining portion was published under the title of "The Old Man's Sigh, a Sonnet," dated "The Grove, Highgate, 18th May, 1832," in Blackwood's Magazine, June 1832. That only serves to make us grieve In our old age, Whose bruised wings quarrel with the bars of the still narrowing cage.-1832. That may not rudely be dismist; Yet hath outstay'd his welcome while, And tells the jest without the smile. [O! might Life cease! and Selfless Mind, Whose total Being is Act, alone remain behind!] Y A DAY-DREAM.* My eyes make pictures, when they are shut: I see a fountain, large and fair, A willow and a ruin'd hut, And thee, and me and Mary there. O Mary! make thy gentle lap our pillow! Bend o'er us, like a bower, my beautiful green willow! A wild-rose roofs the ruin'd shed, And that and summer well † agree : And lo! where Mary leans her head, Two dear names carved upon the tree! And Mary's tears, they are not tears of sorrow: Our sister and our friend will both be here to-morrow. 'Twas day but now few, large, and bright, : The stars are round the crescent moon; And now it is a dark warm night, The balmiest of the month of June! * Printed in The Bijou, 1828. In The Bijou "will agree,"-probably a misprint. A glow-worm fall'n, and *on the marge remounting Shines, and its shadow shines, fit stars for our sweet fountain. O ever-ever be thou blest! For dearly, Asra, love I thee! † This brooding warmth across my breast, This depth of tranquil bliss-ah, me ! Fount, tree and shed are gone, I know not whither, But in one quiet room we three are still together. The shadows dance upon the wall, By the still dancing fire-flames made; And now they slumber moveless all ! And now they melt to one ‡ deep shade! But not from me shall this mild darkness steal thee : I dream thee with mine eyes, and at my heart I feel thee ! Thine eyelash on my cheek doth play 'Tis Mary's hand upon my brow! But let me check this tender lay Which none may hear but she and thou! Like the still hive at quiet midnight humming, Murmur it to yourselves, ye two beloved women! FIRST ADVENT OF LOVE. FAIR is Love's first hope to gentle mind! * In the marge-Bijou. †O Asra! dearly love I thee!ib. |