And the midnight moon is weaving So the spirit bows before thee Like the swell of Summer's ocean. Lord Byron CCXV THE INDIAN SERENADE I arise from dreams of Thee Hath led me-who knows how? The wandering airs they faint As I must die on thine O beloved as thou art! Oh lift me from the grass ! Let thy love in kisses rain P. B. Shelley CCXVI She walks in beauty, like the night One shade the more, one ray the less, And on that cheek and o'er that brow The smiles that win, the tints that glow A heart whose love is innocent. Lord Byron CCXVII She was a Phantom of delight To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; I saw her upon nearer view, Her household motions light and free, A countenance in which did meet Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene W. Wordsworth CCXVIII She is not fair to outward view O then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light. But now her looks are coy and cold, Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are. H. Coleridge CCXIX I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden ; I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion; Innocent is the heart's devotion With which I worship thine. P. B. Shelley CCXX She dwelt among the untrodden ways A maid whom there were none to praise, A violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye! -Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me! W. Wordsworth CCXXI I travell'd among unknown men 'Tis past, that melancholy dream! To love thee more and more. Among thy mountains did I feel And she I cherish'd turn'd her wheel Thy mornings show'd, thy nights conceal'd And thine too is the last green field W. Wordsworth CCXXII THE EDUCATION OF NATURE Three years she grew in sun and shower Then Nature said, 'A lovelier flower On earth was never sown : This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. 'Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain. 'She shall be sportive as the fawn And her's shall be the breathing balm, P ; |