118 l'OlDIS OJ' UUGilf.A'I!lOlf .i.MD J' Ali'CY.
Tmt sun is wum 1 the sky is clear,
The wavu are d:wciDg fast and bright,
Blue iales and anowy mountains wear
The purple noon's tran&jarent light:
The breath of the moist air is light
Around its une:q>anded buda ;
Like many a Yoice of one delight,
The winds', the bird&', the oetS&n-dooda',
The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.I see the Deep's untrampled fioor
With green and purple sea-weeds atrown :
I see the waves upou the shore,
Like light disaolved in star-showers, thrown:
I sit upon the sands alone,
The lightning of the noon-tide ocean
Is il.a.sbing round me, nnd a tone
Arises from ita measured motion,
How sweet I did any heart now share in my emotion.Alas l I have nor hope nor health,
Nor peace withiu uor calm nronnd,
Nor thAt content aurpaseing wealth
The sage iu meditation found,
And walk'd with inward glory crown'd-
Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor leituue.
Others I see whom these IIUITound~
Smiling they live, a.nd call life pleMnre ;
To me that cup baa been dealt in another measut·e.Yet now deepl.lir itaelfis mild,
Even as the winds and waters are ;
I could lie down like a tired child,
And weep away the life of care
Which I ~ve borne, and yet must b ear,
Till death like sleep might steal on me,
.And I might feel in the warm air
My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea
""Brenthe o'er my dying brain ita l~t monotony.
SHJSLLEY.