Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?...
Up with me! up with me into the clouds! For thy song, Lark, is strong; Up with me, up with me into the clouds! Singing, singing, With clouds and sky about thee ringing, Lift me, guide me till I find...
And thou, twin orbs of love and joy! Unveil thy glories with the morn-- Dear eyes, another day is born-- Awake, O little sleeping boy! Bright are the summer morning skies, But in this quiet little room...
Sleep on! Sleep on! beguiling The hours with happy rest. Sleep! - by that dreamy smiling, I know that thou art blest. Thy mother over thee hath leant To guard thee from annoy,...
Oh, 'tis a touching thing, to make one weep, - A tender infant with its curtain'd eye, Breathing as it would neither live nor die With that unchanging countenance of sleep!...
Thine eyelids slept so beauteously, I deem'd No eyes could wake so beautiful as they: Thy rosy cheeks in such still slumbers lay, I loved their peacefulness, nor ever dream'd...
Lone Flower, hemmed in with snows and white as they But hardier far, once more I see thee bend Thy forehead, as if fearful to offend, Like an unbidden guest. Though day by day,...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time's dull track To you, sweet pink of female gender! I shall not say--though others may--...
Is this thy voice whose treble notes of fear Wail in the wind? And dost thou shake to hear, Act'on-like, the bay of thine own hounds, Spurning the leash, and leaping o'er their bounds?...
Come play with me; Why should you run Through the shaking tree As though I'd a gun To strike you dead? When all I would do Is to scratch your head And let you go.
Dreary and dismal and dark Is the night of life to me, With nothing but clouds in the heaven above, Cruelly hiding the star that I love, Whose radiance was rapture to see. ...
Sweet star, which gleaming o'er the darksome scene Through fleecy clouds of silvery radiance fliest, Spanglet of light on evening's shadowy veil, Which shrouds the day-beam from the waveless lake,...
Thou little star, that in the purple clouds Hang'st, like a dew-drop, in a violet bed; First gem of evening, glittering on the shrouds, 'Mid whose dark folds the day lies pale and dead:...