It was a little budding rose, Round like a fairy globe, And shyly did its leaves unclose Hid in their mossy robe, But sweet was the slight and spicy smell It breathed from its heart invisible. ...
How beautiful the earth is still, To thee, how full of happiness? How little fraught with real ill, Or unreal phantoms of distress! How spring can bring thee glory, yet, And summer win thee to forget...
Come hither, child, who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well? How darest thou rouse up thoughts in me, Thoughts that I would, but cannot quell?
Come, walk with me, There's only thee To bless my spirit now We used to love on winter nights To wander through the snow; Can we not woo back old delights? The clouds rush dark and wild...
Death! that struck when I was most confiding. In my certain faith of joy to be, Strike again, Time's withered branch dividing From the fresh root of Eternity! ...
"The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; And, while the night is gathering gray, We'll talk its pensive hours away; ...
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending, Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars, Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending, Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending,...
How clear she shines! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whispering me, "To morrow, wake, but dream to-night." Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!...
How still, how happy! Those are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the plashing of the surge, The changing heaven the breezy weather,
I see around me tombstones grey Stretching their shadows far away. Beneath the turf my footsteps tread Lie low and lone the silent dead, Beneath the turf, beneath the mould, Forever dark, forever cold,...