POlDl8 01" UU.GUfATlON AND !'.41fOY, 91It TBtNO of beauty ia a joy for ever:
All loveliueBB increases; it will never
PAU into nothingneaa ; but still will keep
A bower quiet lt;>r us, and a. sleep
Full of sweet dreams, 1\Ild health, And quiet bre~thiug.
Therefore, on every morrow, &re we wreathing
A Bowery ba.nd to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhumAn dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy daya,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darken'd ways
Made for our searching : yes, iu apite of aU,
Some shape of beauty moves away the p&1l
From our dark spirits. Such the auo, the moon,
'l'reea old and young, sprouting a ah&<ly boon
For simple sheep ; and such &re daft'odila,
With the green world they live in ; and clear rills,
That for themselves a cooling covet·t make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair ruu11k-ro11e blooms:
And such is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty deAd;
All lovely tales that we ltave heard or read:
An endlese fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto ua from the hea.ven'a brink.
Nor do we merely feel these eaaences
For one abort honr ; no, eV"en as the trees
That whisper round a temple become aoon
Dear as the temple's seU, so does the moon,
The p&BIIion poesy, glories infinite,
Haunt ua till they become a. cheering lignt
Unto our souls, and bound to ua eo fast,
That, whether there be shine, or gloom o'ercast,
They always must be with us, or we die.
JUATS.