And drive we not free O'er the terrible sea, I and thou?" One boat-cloak did cover Their blood beats one measure, While around the lashed Ocean, Sunk, shattered and shifted IV. In the court of the fortress Beside the pale portress, Like a bloodhound well beaten The bridegroom stands, eaten By shame; On the topmost watch-turret, To his voice the mad weather And with curses as wild He devotes to the blast The best, loveliest and last To-morrow WHERE art thou, beloved To-morrow? When young and old and strong and weak, Rich and poor, through joy and sorrow, Thy sweet smiles we ever seek,— To I. HEN passion's trance is overpast, If tenderness and truth could last Or live, whilst all wild feelings Some mortal slumber, dark and deep, II. It were enough to feel, to see, Thy soft eyes gazing tenderly, And dream the rest- and burn and be The secret food of fires unseen, Couldst thou but be as thou hast been. The woodland violets reappear, All things revive in field or grove, And sky and sea, but two, which move, And form all others, life and love. ARELY, rarely, comest thou, Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night? Many a weary night and day 'Tis since thou art fled away. II. How shall ever one like me Win thee back again? With the joyous and the free Thou wilt scoff at pain. Spirit false thou hast forgot All but those who need thee not. III. As a lizard with the shade Of a trembling leaf, Thou with sorrow art dismayed; Even the sighs of grief Reproach thee, that thou art not near, And reproach thou wilt not hear. IV. Let me set my mournful ditty Thou wilt never come for pity, Thou wilt come for pleasure. Pity then will cut away Those cruel wings, and thou wilt stay. V. I love all that thou lovest, Spirit of Delight! The fresh Earth in new leaves drest, And the starry night; Autumn evening, and the morn When the golden mists as born. |