All-all is changed, as if Simoom Can sense perceive or eye discover ; A wilderness is stretch'd around me ; And where, 'mid summer's smiles I sate, November's wintry breeze hath found me. The lilac boughs are tinged with red; Hark! 'tis the voice of Nature cries "Shall Pride and Passion vanquish Reason? Will man be never-never wise! Heaven is his home, and life a season." HYMN TO THE MOON. How lovely is this silent scene! When mourning over days departed, And left her lone, and broken-hearted. Refulgent pilgrim of the sky, Beneath thy march, within thy sight, What varied realms outstretching lie! Here landscape rich with glory bright; There lonely wastes of utter blight ; The nightingale upon the bough Of cypress, here her song is pouring; And there begirt with mounts of snow, For food the famish'd bear is roaring! What marvel that the spirits high Of eastern climes, and ancient days, Should hail thee, as a deity, And altars to thine honour raise ! So lovely wert thou to the gaze Of shepherds on Chaldean hills, When summer flowers around were springing, And when to thee a thousand rills, Throughout the quiet night were singing. And, lo! the dwarfish Laplander, The light in his own casement quiver. Nor beautiful the less art thou, When Ocean's gentlest breezes fan, With gelid wing, the feverish glow That daylight sheds on Indostan ! There, on the glittering haunts of man, And on the amaranthine bowers, The glory of thy smile reposes, On hedgerows, white with jessamine flowers, And minarets o'erhung with roses. The exile on a foreign shore Dejected sits, and turns his eye Veils thee a moment from his sight: Then, as he rests beneath the shadows, He thinks of many as sweet a night, When glad he roam'd his native meadows. Though years in stayless current roll, As when to Shakespeare's glowing soul, Tipping with silver all the grove, And gleaming on the cheek of Beauty, Who durst forsake, for Romeo's love, The mandates of paternal duty. Enthroned amid the cloudless blue, Above the fountains of the dew, To shoreless seas, and lands unknown. The presence of thy face appears, Thou eldest born of Beauty's daughters, A spirit traversing the spheres, And ruling o'er the pathless waters. |