"But I!--fond reader of imagined skies, Foretold my future in those stars--her eyes! O heavenly Moon, circling with magic hues And mystic beauty all thy beams suffuse, Is not in love thine own fair secret seen? Love smooths the rugged--love exalts the mean: Love in each ray inspires the hush'd alarm, Love silvers every shadow into charm. VI. "O lonely beech, beneath whose bowering shade The tryst, encircling Paradise, was made, How the heart heard afar the hurrying feet, And swell'd to breathless words--'At last we meet!' But Autumn fades--dark Winter comes, and then Fate from Elysium calls me back to men; We part!--not equal is the anguish;--she Parts with all earth in that farewell to me; For not the grate more bars the veiled nun From the fair world with which her soul has done, Than love the heart, that vows, without recall, To one,--fame, honour, memory, hope, and all! But I!--behold me in the dazzling strife, The gaud, the pomp, the joyous roar of life,-- Man, with man's heart insatiate, ever stirr'd By the crowd's breath to conflict with the herd; Which never long one thought alone can sway,-- The dream fades from us when we leap to-day. New scenes surround me, new ambitions seize,-- All life one fever,--who defy disease?-- Each touch contagion:--living with the rest, The world's large pulse keeps time in every breast. Yet still for her--for her alone, methought, Its web of schemes the vulgar labour wrought: To ransom fate--to soar, from serfdom, free, Snap the strong chains of high-born penury; And, grown as bold to earth as to the skies, Proclaim the bliss of happy human ties:-- So, ever scheming, the soothed conscience deem'd! Fate smiled, and speeded all for which I schemed. My noble kinsman saw with grave applause My sober'd moods, too wise to guess the cause. ''Tis well,' said he, one evening; 'you have caught From me the ardour of the patriot's thought; No more distinguish'd in the modes of vice, Forsworn the race-course, and disdain'd the dice: A nobler race, a mightier game await The soul that sets its cast upon the state. Thoughtful, poor, calm, yet eager; such, in truth, He who is great in age should be in youth, Lo, your commencement!' "And my kinsman set Before the eyes it brighten'd--the Gazette! Oh, how triumphant, Calendar of Fame! Halo'd in type, emerged the aspirant's name!