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And on that cheek and o'er that brow
HE was a phantom of delight
When first she gleam'd upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair ; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair ; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
I saw her upon nearer view,
And now I see with eye serene
A being breathing thoughtful breath,
HE is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be ;
Until she smiled on me.
But now her looks are coy and cold,
To mine they ne'er reply,
The love-light in her eye :
FEAR thy kisses, gentle maiden;
Thou needest not fear mine ; My spirit is too deeply laden Ever to burthen thine.
I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion ;
Innocent is the heart's devotion
P. B. Shelley
THE LOST LOVE
HE dwelt among the untrodden ways
A maid whom there were none to praise,
And very few to love.
A violet by a mossy stone
Half-hidden from the eye ! - Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is. in her grave, and O! The difference to me!
unknown men In lands beyond the sea ; Nor, England ! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.
'Tis past, that melancholy dream !
Nor will I quit thy shore
To love thee more and more.
Among thy mountains did I feel
The joy of my desire ;
Beside an English fire.
Thy mornings show'd, thy nights conceal'd
The bowers where Lucy play’d; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes survey’d.
THE EDUCATION OF NATURE
'HREE years she grew in sun and shower;
On earth was never sown :
‘Myself will to my darling be
'She shall be sportive as the fawn
‘The foating clouds their state shall lend
The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. ‘And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell ; Such thoughts to Lucy I will give While she and I together live Here in this happy dell.'
Thus Nature spake — The work was done —
SLUMBER did my spirit seal ;
I had no human fears :
The touch of earthly years.