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HY did I laugh to-night? No voice will tell ; No God, no Demon of severe response, Deigns to reply from Heaven or from Hell: Then to my human heart I turn at once. Heart! Thou and I are here sad and alone; I say, why did I laugh? O mortal pain! O Darkness! Darkness! ever must I moan,
To question Heaven and Hell and Heart in vain. Why did I laugh? I know this Being's lease, My fancy to its utmost blisses spreads; Yet would I on this very midnight cease,
And the world's gaudy ensigns see in shreds; Verse, Fame, and Beauty are intense indeed, But Death intenser - Death is Life's high meed.
ON A DREAM.
S Hermes once took to his feathers light, When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon'd and slept,
So on a Delphic reed, my idle spright,
So play'd, so charm'd, so conquer'd, so bereft
Nor unto Tempe, where Jove grieved a day, But to that second circle of sad Hell,
Where in the gust, the whirlwind, and the flaw Of rain and hailstones, lovers need not tell
Their sorrows: pale were the sweet lips I saw, Pale were the lips I kiss'd, and fair the form I floated with, about that melancholy storm.
F by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd, And, like Andromeda, the Sonnet sweet Fetter'd, in spite of pained loveliness, Let us find out, if we must be constrain'd, Sandals more interwoven and complete To fit the naked foot of poesy; Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress Of every chord, and see what may be gain'd By ear industrious, and attention meet; Misers of sound and syllable, no less
Than Midas of his coinage, let us be
Jealous of dead leaves in the bay-wreath crown : So, if we may not let the Muse be free,
She will be bound with garlands of her own.
HE day is gone, and all its sweets are gone! Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,
Warm breath, light whisper, tender semitone, Bright eyes, accomplish'd shape, and lang'rous
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,
Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise! Vanish'd unseasonably at shut of eve,
When the dusk holiday- - or holinight Of fragrant-curtain'd love begins to weave
The woof of darkness thick, for hid delight: But, as I've read love's missal through to-day, He'll let me sleep, seeing I fast and pray.
CRY your mercy — pity pity - love Merciful love that tantalizes not, One-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love, Unmask'd, and being seen without a blot ! O! let me have thee whole,
- all-all- be mine! That shape, that fairness, that sweet minor zest Of love, your kiss, those hands, those eyes divine, That warm, white, lucent, million-pleasured