Crown the pale year weak and new;
When the night is left behind

In the deep east, dun and blind,
And the blue noon is over us,

And the multitudinous

Billows murmur at our feet,

Where the earth and ocean meet,
And all things seem only one
In the universal sun.

Epitaph

HESE are two friends whose lives

were undivided;

So let their memory be, now they

have glided

Under the grave; let not their bones be parted, For their two hearts in life were single-hearted.

OW the last day of many days
All beautiful and bright as thou,
The loveliest and the last, is

dead,

Rise, Memory, and write its praise!
Up to thy wonted work! come, trace
The epitaph of glory fled,-

For now the Earth has changed its face,
A frown is on the Heaven's brow.

II.

We wandered to the Pine Forest
That skirts the Ocean's foam,

The lightest wind was in its nest,
The tempest in its home.

The whispering waves were half asleep,

The clouds were gone to play,

And on the bosom of the deep

The smile of Heaven lay;

It seemed as if the hour were one

Sent from beyond the skies, Which scattered from above the sun A light of Paradise.

III.

We paused amid the pines that stood
The giants of the waste,
Tortured by storms to shapes as rude
As serpents interlaced,

And soothed by every azure breath,
That under heaven is blown,

To harmonies and hues beneath,

As tender as its own;

Now all the tree-tops lay asleep,

Like green waves on the sea,

As still as in the silent deep

The ocean woods may be.

IV.

How calm it was! - the silence there
By such a chain was bound
That even the busy woodpecker

Made stiller by her sound

The inviolable quietness;

The breath of peace we drew

With its soft motion made not less
The calm that round us grew.

There seemed from the remotest seat
Of the white mountain waste,
To the soft flower beneath our feet,
A magic circle traced, —

A spirit interfused around,

A thrilling silent life,

To momentary peace it bound

Our mortal nature's strife;

And still I felt the centre of

The magic circle there,

Was one fair form that filled with love
The lifeless atmosphere.

V.

We paused beside the pools that lie
Under the forest bough,

Each seemed as 'twere a little sky
Gulphed in a world below;

A firmament of purple light,

Which in the dark earth lay,
More boundless than the depth of night,
And purer than the day-

In which the lovely forests grew

As in the upper air,

More perfect both in shape and hue

Than any spreading there.

There lay the glade and neighbouring lawn,

And through the dark green wood The white sun twinkling like the dawn.

Out of a speckled cloud.

Sweet views which in our world above

Can never well be seen,

Were imaged by the water's love