DEEP, DEEP WITHIN THE OCEAN'S BREAST. I came again, a river, Princely, calm, and clear, Flowed from out the troubled lake, Heaven and earth were showed therein, The dark source defiled To the ocean's large embrace Sent a noble child. 351 DEEP, DEEP WITHIN THE OCEAN'S BREAST DEEP, deep within the ocean's breast Round which light, water-swayèd nymphs The centre of this little isle Was fixed a stony tree; In rigid pride the coral stone And said, with gratulating tone, "But now no chance or change can come To me; mature in form, I take my place with things of fate : I cool no more nor warm. "Yes, I have been the sport of waves, And like this mass around I toiled and felt, nor knew the rest, Blest Neptune! which I've found. "Come, all of ye Sea-Nymphs, admire Out gushed the voice of one Sea-Nymph,— 'I better please myself to watch "So, I'll just feast my eyes awhile Till it grows stony too." How in the ocean's deepest depth Is human life repeated! By coral beds, who 've done with change, EYES not down-dropped nor over-bright, but fed Pure vestal thoughts in the translucent fane ISABEL. Of her still spirit,-locks not wide dispread, Sweet lips, whereon perpetually did reign The stately flower of female fortitude, Of perfect wifehood and pure lowlihead. The intuitive decision of a bright And thorough-edgèd intellect, to part Error from crime, a prudence to withhold, The laws of marriage charactered in gold Upon the blanchèd tablets of her heart,A love still burning upward, giving light an accent very To read those laws, In blandishment, but a most silver flow low Of subtle-paced counsel in distress, A hate of gossip parlance, and of sway, The mellowed reflex of a winter moon, With swifter movement and in purer light The vexed eddies of its wayward brother,- Clothing the stem, which else had fallen quite, another (Though all her fairest forms are types of thee, And thou of God in thy great charity) Of such a finished, chastened purity. SUNDAY. - Herbert. O DAY most calm, most bright! The other days and thou Make up one man; whose face thou art, Man had straight forward gone Sundays the pillars are On which heaven's palace archèd lies: HYMN OF PAN. The other days fill the Which parts their ranks and orders. HYMN OF PAN.- Shelley. FROM the forests and highlands Where loud waves are dumb, Liquid Peneus was flowing, And all dark Tempe lay Speeded by my sweet pipings. The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns, And the Nymphs of the woods and waves, And all that did then attend and follow, Ꮓ |