For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes, Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader....
I. In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once fair and stately palace, Radiant palace, reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there!...
I have sent for thee, holy friar;1 But 'twas not with the drunken hope, Which is but agony of desire To shun the fate, with which to cope Is more than crime may dare to dream,...
In youth's spring, it was my lot To haunt of the wide earth a spot The which I could not love the less; So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound....
Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars, Nightly, from their azure towers, To keep watch above the flowers,...
In these rapid, restless shadows, Once I walked at eventide, When a gentle, silent maiden, Walked in beauty at my side. She alone there walked beside me All in beauty, like a bride. ...
Thy soul shall find itself alone Alone of all on earth, unknown The cause, but none are near to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness, for then...