Spirit of eternal motion! Ruler of the stormy ocean, Lifter of the restless waves, Rider of the blast that raves Hoarsely through yon lofty oak, Bending to thy mystic stroke;...
The spirit of the shower, Of the sunshine and the breeze, Of the dewy twilight hour, Of the bud and opening flower, My soul delighted sees. Stern winter's robe of gray, Beneath thy balmy sigh,...
Thou splendid child of southern skies! Thy brilliant plumes and graceful form Are not so precious in mine eyes As those gray heralds of the morn, Which in my own beloved land...
Slowly I dawn on the sleepless eye, Like a dreaming thought of eternity; But darkness hangs on my misty vest, Like the shade of care on the sleeper's breast; A light that is felt--but dimly seen,...
When the eye whose kind beam was the beacon of gladness From the glance of a lover turns coldly away, O'er the bright sun of hope float the dark clouds of sadness, And youth's lovely visions recede with the ray....
When these eyes, long dimmed with weeping, In the silent dust are sleeping; When above my narrow bed The breeze shall wave the thistle's head-- Thou wilt think of me, love! ...
Beautiful flowers! with your petals bright, Ye float on the waves like spirits of light, Wooing the zephyr that ruffles your leaves With a gentle sigh, like a lover that grieves,...
Oh dread uncertainty! Life-wasting agony! How dost thou pain the heart, Causing such tears to start, As sorrow never shed O'er hopes for ever fled. For memory hoards up joy...
Dark spirit! who through every age Hast cast a baleful gloom; Stern lord of strife and civil rage, The dungeon and the tomb! What homage should men pay to thee, Spirit of woe and anarchy? ...
Majestic King of storms! around Thy wan and hoary brow A spotless diadem is bound Of everlasting snow: Time, which dissolves all earthly things, O'er thee hath vainly waved his wings! ...
Awake--arise! all my stormy powers, The earth, the fair earth, again is ours! At my stern approach, pale Autumn flings down In the dust her broken and faded crown;...
Pilgrim of life! thy hoary head Is bent with age, thine eye Looks downward to the silent dead, Wreck of mortality!-- The friends who flourished in thy day...