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A LAKE and a fairy boat
Thy gown shall be snow-white silk,
Red rubies should deck thy hands, And diamonds should be thy dow'rBut Fairies have broken their wands, And wishing has lost its pow'r !
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
Where are the songs of Summer ?-With the sun,
Lest owls should prey
Undazzled at noon-day,
Where are the blooms of Summer ?-In the west,
To a most gloomy breast.
Where is the Dryad's immortality ?-
In the smooth holly's green eternity.
The squirrel gloats on his accomplish'd hoard,
And honey bees have stor'd
And sighs her tearful spells
Upon a mossy stone,
and sit with her, and be o'ershaded Under the languid downfall of her hair; She wears a coronal of flowers faded Upon her forehead, and a face of care ; There is enough of wither'd everywhere To make her bower,—and enough of gloom; There is enough of sadness to invite, If only for the rose that died, whose doom Is Beauty's,—she that with the living bloom Of conscious cheeks most beautifies the light: There is enough of sorrowing, and quite Enough of bitter fruits the earth doth bear, Enough of chilly droppings from her bowl ; Enough of fear and shadowy despair, To frame her cloudy prison for the soul !
HYMN TO THE SUN.
Giver of glowing light ! Though but a god of other days,
The kings and sages
Of wiser ages
Still live and gladden in thy genial rays !
King of the tuneful lyre,
Though lips are cold
Whereon of old Thy beams all turn'd to worshipping and song!
Lord of the dreadful bow,
But thou dost save
From hungry grave
Father of rosy day,
But waking flow’rs,
At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.