TIME. UNFATHOMABLE Sea! whose waves are years, Are brackish with the salt of human tears! Thou shoreless flood, which in thy ebb and flow Claspest the limits of mortality! And sick of prey, yet howling on for more, Unfathomable Sea? LINES. THAT time is dead forever, child, And stare aghast At the spectres wailing, pale and ghast; The stream we gazed on then, rolled by; But we yet stand In a lone land, Like tombs to mark the memory Of hopes and fears, which fade and flee November 5th, 1817. A SONG. A WIDOW bird sate mourning for her love The frozen wind kept on above, There was no leaf upon the forest bare, And little motion in the air Except the mill-wheel's sound. THE WORLD'S WANDERERS. TELL me, thou star, whose wings of light Speed thee in thy fiery flight, In what cavern of the night Will thy pinions close now? Tell me, moon, thou pale and grey Weary wind, who wanderest |