And you, ye stars, Who slowly begin to marshal, As of old, in the fields of heaven, Your distant, melancholy lines! Have you, too, survived yourselves? Are you, too, what I fear to become?...
We, O Nature, depart: Thou survivest us: this, This, I know, is the law. Yes, but more than this, Thou who seest us die Seest us change while we live; Seest our dreams one by one,...
Rais'd are the dripping oars Silent the boat: the lake, Lovely and soft as a dream, Swims in the sheen of the moon. The mountains stand at its head Clear in the pure June night,...
'Yes: in the sea of life enisl'd, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands feel the enclasping flow,...
Because thou hast believ'd, the wheels of life Stand never idle, but go always round: Not by their hands, who vex the patient ground, Mov'd only; but by genius, in the strife...