THE MAGNETIC LADY TO HER PATIENT. 1. "SLEEP, sleep on! forget thy pain. My pity on thy heart, poor friend; The powers of life, and, like a sign, 2. "Sleep, sleep on!-I love thee not; Who made and makes my lot 3. "Sleep, sleep, and with the slumber of Forget that thou must wake; for ever Feelings which died in youth's brief morn; And forget me, for I can never Be thine. 532 4. 5. "Like a cloud big with a May shower, On thee, thou withered flower. Its light within thy gloomy breast you "The spell is done. How feel now?" The sleeper." What would do You good, when suffering and awake? "What would cure, that would kill me, Jane: I. 2. 3. LINES. WHEN the lamp is shattered, As music and splendour The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute:- Like the wind in a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell. When hearts have once mingled, To endure what it once possessed. Why chose you the frailest For your cradle, your home, and your bier? 4. Its passions will rock thee, Bright reason will mock thee, TO JANE-THE INVITATION. BEST and brightest, come away! Which, like thee to those in sorrow, The brightest hour of unborn Spring, Bending from heaven, in azure mirth, Away, away, from men and towns, Where the soul need not repress To take what this sweet hour yields. To-day is for itself enough. Radiant Sister of the Day, Pisa, February 1822. TO JANE-THE RECOLLECTION. The loveliest and the last, is dead. 2. We wandered to the pine forest That skirts the ocean's foam; The lightest wind was in its nest, The whispering waves were half asleep, And on the bosom of the deep It seemed as if the hour were one Which scattered from above the sun 3. We paused amid the pines that stood Tortured by storms to shapes as rude And soothed, by every azure breath Now all the tree-tops lay asleep The ocean woods may be. 4. How calm it was!-The silence there The inviolable quietness; The breath of peace we drew With its soft motion made not less The calm that round us grew. There seemed, from the remotest seat To the soft flower beneath our feet, A spirit interfused around, A thrilling silent life: To momentary peace it bound Our mortal nature's strife. And still, I felt, the centre of The magic circle there Was one fair form that filled with love 5. We paused beside the pools that lie Each seemed as 'twere a little sky A firmament of purple light Which in the dark earth lay, More boundless than the depth of night, In which the lovely forests grew As in the upper air, More perfect both in shape and hue Than any spreading there. |