SONNET-TO SCIENCE. CIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art ! How should he love thee: or how deem thee wise, To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? And driven the Hamadryad from the wood Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, The Elfin from the green grass, and from me The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree? Thou art an emblem of the glow But when within thy wave she looks- His heart which trembles at the beam Of her soul-searching eyes. TAMERLANE. I. KIND solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my themeI will not madly deem that power Of Earth may shrive me of the sin I have no time to dote or dream : Its fount is holier-more divine- II. Know thou the secret of a spirit Bowed from its wild pride into shame. O yearning heart! I did inherit Thy withering portion with the fame, The searing glory which hath shone III. I have not always been as now, Hath not the same fierce heirdom given The heritage of a kingly mind, And a proud spirit which hath striven. Triumphantly with human kind. IV. On mountain soil I first drew life: |