I cannot chuse but fix my sight On that small vapour, thin and white! So thin it scarcely, I protest, Bedims the star that shines behind it! And pity dwells in LEWTI'S breast Alas! if I knew how to find it. And O! how sweet it were, I wist, To see my LEWTI'S eyes to-morrow Shine brightly thro' as thin a mist Of pity and repentant sorrow! Nay treach'rous image! leave my mind-- Ah, LEWTI! why art thou unkind? [53] Hush!] Slush! Sibylline Leaves (_Errata_, S. L., p. [xi], for _Slush_ r. _Hush_). [69-71] Had I the enviable power To creep unseen with noiseless tread Then should I view M. P., An. Anth. O beating heart had I the power. MS. Corr. An. Anth. by S. T. C. [73] my] the M. P., An. Anth. [Below 83] Signed Nicias Erythraeus. M. P. FEARS IN SOLITUDE[256:1] WRITTEN IN APRIL 1798, DURING THE ALARM OF AN INVASION A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ever poised himself. The hills are heathy, save that swelling slope, Which hath a gay and gorgeous covering on, 5 All golden with the never-bloomless furze, Which now blooms most profusely: but the dell, Bathed by the mist, is fresh and delicate As vernal corn-field, or the unripe flax, When, through its half-transparent stalks, at eve, 10 The level sunshine glimmers with green light. Oh! 'tis a quiet spirit-healing nook! Which all, methinks, would love; but chiefly he, The humble man, who, in his youthful years, Knew just so much of folly, as had made 15 His early manhood more securely wise! Here he might lie on fern or withered heath, While from the singing lark (that sings unseen The minstrelsy that solitude loves best), And from the sun, and from the breezy air, 20 Sweet influences trembled o'er his frame; And he, with many feelings, many thoughts, Made up a meditative joy, and found Religious meanings in the forms of Nature! And so, his senses gradually wrapt 25 In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds, And dreaming hears thee still, O singing lark, That singest like an angel in the clouds!