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His spirit's overflowing. For surging souls, no worlds can bound, Their channel in the heart have found.
Unless by tears anointed ?
O woman, deeply loving,
And none can see it moving.
Without a leaf, Art laying
Our Goethe's friend, Bettine,
The funeral stone between ye;
Thy maidenhood of beauty
Of his great genius round thee,-
MAN AND NATURE.
A sad man on a summer day
Of the merry Titan ocean,
But when the summer day was past, He looked to heaven and smiled at last, Self-answered so—.
“Because, O cloud, Pressing with thy crumpled shroud Heavily on mountain topHills, that almost seem to drop, Stricken with a misty death, To the valleys underneath, Valleys, sighing with the torrent, — Waters, streaked with branches horrent, Branchless trees, that shake your head Wildly o'er your blossoms spread Where the common flowers are found, Flowers, with foreheads to the ground, Ground, that shriekest while the sea With his iron smiteth theeI am, besides, the only one Who can be bright without the sun.'
A SEA-SIDE WALK.
We walked beside the sea After a day which perished silently Of its own glory-like the princess weird Who, combating the Genius, scorched and seared Uttered with burning breath, Ho! victory!' And sank adown an heap of ashes pale.
So runs the Arab tale.
The sky above us showed A universal and unmoving cloud, On which the cliffs permitted us to see Only the outline of their majesty, As master minds when gazed at by the crowd! And, shining with a gloom, the water grey
Swang in its moon-taught way.
. 111. Nor moon, nor stars were out. They did not dare to tread so soon about, Though trembling, in the footsteps of the sun, The light was neither night's nor day's, but one Which, life-like, had a beauty in its doubt. And Silence's impassioned breathings round
Seemed wandering into sound.
Bound unto man's by cords he cannot sever-
The slackened cord along.
For though we never spoke Of the grey water and the shaded rock, Dark wave and stone unconsciously were fused Into the plaintive speaking that we used Of absent friends and memories unforsook; And, had we seen each other's face, we had
Seen haply, each was sad.
AFFEOTION ATELY INSCRIBED TO M. E. H.
How joyously the young sea-mew