VIII. IN these fair vales hath many a Tree So let it rest; and time will come 1830. IX. THE massy Ways, carried across these heights Shall he frequent these precincts; locked no more In earnest converse with beloved Friends, Choice flowers are gathered! But, if Power may spring Out of a farewell yearning, favored more Than kindred wishes mated suitably With vain regrets, the Exile would consign 1826. X. INSCRIPTIONS SUPPOSED TO BE FOUND IN AND NEAR A HERMIT'S CELL. 1818. I. HOPES, what are they? Beads of morning Strung on slender blades of grass; Or a spider's web adorning In a strait and treacherous pass. What are fears but voices airy, Till the fatal bolt is shot? What is glory? - in the socket See how dying tapers fare! What is pride? - a whizzing rocket That would emulate a star. What is friendship? do not trust her, Nor the vows which she has made; What is truth? a staff rejected; — an unwelcome clog; Duty? Joy? a moon by fits reflected In a swamp or watery bog; Bright, as if through ether steering, Such is Joy, as quickly hidden, And by sullen weeds forbidden To resume its native light. What is youth? - a dancing billow, What is peace? when pain is over And love ceases to rebel, Let the last faint sight discover XI. INSCRIBED UPON A ROCK. II. PAUSE, Traveller! whosoe'er thou be Give voice to what my hand shall trace, I saw this Rock, while vernal air Unsullied did it meet the day, My fancy kindled as I gazed; But frost had reared the gorgeous Pile, And, while I gazed, with sudden shock HAST thou seen, with flash incessant, Bubbles gliding under ice, Bodied forth and evanescent, No one knows by what device? Such are thoughts! A wind-swept meadow Mimicking a troubled sea, Such is life; and death a shadow From the rock eternity! |