INVOCATIONS TO HELEN HELEN, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicæan barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, wayworn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! TO F BELOVED! amid the earnest woes My soul at least a solace hath In dreams of thee, and therein knows And thus thy memory is to me Like some enchanted far-off isle In some tumultuous sea, Some ocean throbbing far and free Just o'er that one bright island smile. TO ONE IN PARADISE THOU wast all that to me, love, For which my soul did pine: A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. Ah, dream too bright to last! Ah, starry Hope, that didst arise But to be overcast! A voice from out the Future cries, "On! on!" - but o'er the Past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies Mute, motionless, aghast. For, alas! alas! with me The light of Life is o'er! No more no more no more (Such language holds the solemn sea And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams. TO Fs S. Od HOU wouldst be loved? - then let thy heart Being everything which now thou art, So with the world thy gentle ways, FOR A VALENTINE OR her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies ure Search well the meas The words the syllables. Do not forget The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor: And yet there is in this no Gordian knot Which one might not undo without a sabre, If one could merely comprehend the plot. Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing Of poets, by poets as the name is a poet's, too. Its letters, although naturally lying Like the knight Pinto, Mendez Ferdinando, Still form a synonym for Truth. Cease trying! You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do. |