Surrexit tandem, glaucumque retraxit amictum; Cras lucos, reor, ille novos, nova pascua quæret. IN MEMORIAM. CVI. THE time admits not flowers or leaves To deck the banquet. Fiercely flies The blast of North and East, and ice Makes daggers at the sharpen’d eaves, And bristles all the brakes and thorns To yon hard crescent, as she hangs Above the wood which grides and clangs Its leafless ribs and iron horns Together, in the drifts that pass, To darken on the rolling brine That breaks the coast. But fetch the wine, Arrange the board and brim the glass; Bring in great logs and let them lie, To make a solid core of heat; Be cheerful-minded, talk and treat Of all things ev’n as he were by: We keep the day with festal cheer, With books and music. Surely we Will drink to him whate’er he be, And sing the songs he loved to hear. IN MEMORIAM. NON hora myrto, non violis sinit Nitere mensas. Trux Aquilo foras Bacchatur, ac passim pruina Tigna sagittifera coruscant; Horretque saltus spinifer, algidæ Sub falce lunæ, dum nemori imminet, Quod stridet illiditque costis Cornua, jam vacuis honorum, Ferrata; nimbis prætereuntibus, Ut incubent tandem implacido sali Qui curvat oras. Tu Falernum Prome, dapes strue, dic coronent Crateras: ignis cor solidum, graves Repone truncos. Jamque doloribus Loquare securus fugatis Quæ socio loquereris illo; Hunc dedicamus lætitiæ diem Lyræque musisque. Illius, illius Da, quicquid audit: nec silebunt Qui numeri placuere vivo. LAURA MATILDA’S DIRGE. FROM ‘REJECTED ADDRESSES.’ BALMY Zephyrs, lightly flitting, Shade me with your azure wing; On Parnassus’ summit sitting, Aid me, Clio, while I sing. Softly slept the dome of Drury O’er the empyreal crest, When Alecto’s sister-fury Softly slumb’ring sunk to rest. Lo! from Lemnos limping lamely, Lags the lowly Lord of Fire, Cytherea yielding tamely To the Cyclops dark and dire. Clouds of amber, dreams of gladness, Dulcet joys and sports of youth, Soon must yield to haughty sadness; Mercy holds the veil to Truth. See Erostratas the second Fires again Diana’s fane; By the Fates from Orcus beckon’d, Clouds envelop Drury Lane. Where is Cupid’s crimson motion? Billowy ecstasy of woe, Bear me straight, meandering ocean, Where the stagnant torrents flow. Blood in every vein is gushing, Vixen vengeance lulls my heart; See, the Gorgon gang is rushing! Never, never let us part. NÆNIA. O QUOT odoriferi voitatis in aëre venti, Cæruleum tegmen vestra sit ala mihi: Tuque sedens Parnassus ubi caput erigit ingens, Dextra veni, Clio: teque docente canam.