On Fanny Godwin ER voice did quiver as we parted, H parted broken From which it came, and I de Heeding not the words then spoken. Misery O Misery, This world is all too wide for thee. Fragment: A Cloud chariot THAT a chariot of cloud were mine! Of cloud which the wild tempest weaves in air, When the moon over the ocean's line Is spreading the locks of her bright gray hair. O that a chariot of cloud were mine! I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind To the mountain peak and the rocky lake, Ο Lines I. HAT time is dead for ever, child, And stare aghast At the spectres wailing, pale and ghast, II. The stream we gazed on then, rolled by; But we yet stand In a lone land, Like tombs to mark the memory Of hopes and fears, which fade and flee Death I. HEY die- the dead return not - Misery Sits near an open grave and calls them over, A Youth with hoary hair and haggard eyeThey are the names of kindred, friend and lover, Which he so feebly calls they all are gone! Fond wretch, all dead, those vacant names alone, This most familiar scene, my pain These tombs alone remain. II. Misery, my sweetest friend-oh! weep no more ! Thou wilt not be consoled- I wonder not! |