--Like a mighty giantess Seized in sore travail and prodigious birth, Sick nature struggled: long and strange her pangs, Her groans were horrible;--but O, most fair The twins she bore, Equality and Peace. --Terrible and loud As the strong voice that from the thunder-cloud Speaks to the startled midnight. Such fierce vivacity as fires the eye Of genius fancy-craz'd. The mild despairing of a heart resign'd. FOR THE HYMN ON THE SUN. --The sun (for now his orb 'Gan slowly sink)-- Shot half his rays aslant the heath, whose flow'rs Purpled the mountain's broad and level top. Rich was his bed of clouds, and wide beneath FOR THE HYMN ON THE MOON. In a cave in the mountains of Cashmeer there is an image of ice, which makes its appearance thus: Two days before the new moon there appears a bubble of ice, which increases in size every day till the fifteenth, by which time it is an ell or more in height;--then as the moon wanes, the image decreases till it vanishes away. In darkness I remain'd;-the neighb'ring clock Told me that now the rising sun at dawn Shone lovely on my garden. These be staggerers that, made drunk by power, Forget thirst's eager promise, and presume, Dark dreamers! that the world forgets it too! --Perish warmth, Unfaithful to its seeming! Old age, 'the shape and messenger of death,' His wither'd fist still knocking at death's door. --God no distance knows All of the whole possessing. With skill that never alchemist yet told, Made drossy lead as ductile as pure gold. Guess at the wound and heal with secret hand. The broad-breasted rock Glasses his rugged forehead in the sea. I mix in life, and labour to seem free, With common persons pleas'd and common things, While every thought and action tends to thee, And every impulse from thy influence springs. FAREWELL TO LOVE. [*] Farewell, sweet Love! yet blame you not my truth; More fondly ne'er did mother eye her child Than I your form: your's were my hopes of youth, And as you shaped my thoughts, I sigh'd or smil'd. While most were wooing wealth, or gaily swerving To pleasure's secret haunt, and some apart Stood strong in pride, self-conscious of deserving, To you I gave my whole weak wishing heart; And when I met the maid that realized Your fair creations, and had won her kindness, Say but for her if aught on earth I prized! Your dreams alone I dreamt and caught your blindness. O grief!--but farewell, Love! I will go play me With thoughts that please me less, and less betray me. [*] Within these circling hollies, woodbine-clad-- Beneath this small blue roof of vernal sky-- How warm, how still! Tho' tears should dim mine eye, Yet will my heart for days continue glad, For here, my love, thou art, and here am I!