5 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 belovéd as thou art! Oh lift me from the grass! P. B. Shelley 5 10 15 CCXVI She walks in beauty, like the night One shade the more, one ray the less, Where thoughts serenely sweet express And on that cheek and o'er that brow A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent. Lord Byron CCXVII She was a Phantom of delight To be a moment's ornament; 5 Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; 10 Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; From May-time and the cheerful dawn; I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! Her household motions light and free, 5 10 15 A countenance in which did meet And now I see with eye serene A being breathing thoughtful breath, W. Wordsworth 10 CCXVIII She is not fair to outward view Her loveliness I never knew O then I saw her eye was bright, But now her looks are coy and cold, And yet I cease not to behold Than smiles of other maidens are. H. Coleridge 5 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 10 CCXX She dwelt among the untrodden ways A maid whom there were none to praise, 5 A violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye! 10 -Fair as a star, when only one She lived unknown, and few could know But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me! W. Wordsworth CCXXI I travell'd among unknown men 5 10 '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 That Lucy's eyes survey'd. 5 10 15 W. Wordsworth CCXXII THE EDUCATION OF NATURE Three years she grew in sun and shower; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make '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, |