Walci.ng or uleep 1
Thou or death mllet deem
Tbinp more true and deep
Than we mortAla dream,
Or M.-ooold thy notes flow in such ll cttylt&1 abwm 1
We look before and after,
And pine for what ia no~:
Our 1incerest laughter
With aome pain ia fraught ;
f>nr aweetoet aongs are t.b.oee that tell of aaddeet thought.
Yet if we could scorn
Hate, and pride, and fear ;
If we were thioge born
Not to abed a tear,
llmow not how tby joya we ever ahould O(lnte n~.
Better than all measures
or delightful sound,
Better than all treaaurea
That in boob are found,
Thy skill to poet were, thou ecorner of the ground!
Teach me half the gladness·
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madneBB
From my lipa would flow,
The world should listen then, u I am listening now.
Sa.&LI.Er.
ID ll Sll!ZliUk.
'~ minstrel! pilgrun or the sky I
Doet thou dea.Piae the earth where carea nbound 1
Or, while the wtnga aspire, are heart and eye
Both with thy neet upon the dewy gTOund 1
Thy neat which thou cail.t. drop into at will,
Thoae quinring winga oompceed, that music still!
.Leave to the nightingale her shadl wood 1
A privacy ot glorious light is thme;
Whence thou doet pour upon the world a flood
Ofbarmouy, with inatinct more divine;
'J.'ype of the wise who lbar, but n6\'et n)6Dl ;
TrUe to the kindred polnta of he& 'fen a.nd home.
WoUISW'Oath