And silent chambers of the household mark The movements of the myriad orbs of light! Through my closed eyelids, by the inner sight, I see the constellations in the arc Of their great circles moving on, and hark! I almost hear them singing in their Better than sleep it is to lie awake flight. O'er-canopied by the vast starry dome Of the immeasurable sky; to feel The slumbering world sink under us, and make Hardly an eddy,— -a mere rush of foam On the great sea beneath a sinking keel. August 28, 1879. Into the dawn that is to be! Only the lamp in the anchored bark I look, but recognize no more The very pathway to my door Is an enchanted avenue. All things are changed. One mass of shade, The elm-trees drop their curtains down; By palace, park, and colonnade The very ground beneath my feet THE FOUR LAKES OF MADI- Illusion! Underneath there lies SON. FOUR limpid lakes,-four Naiades In flowing robes of azure dressed; To the fair city in the West. Their swift diurnal round on high; How visionary ye appear! MOONLIGHT. As a pale phantom with a lamp Now hidden in cloud, and now re- As if this phantom, full of pain, Were by the crumbling walls concealed, And at the windows seen again. In all the splendour of her light, The common life of every day; With its own tints the sober gray. In vain we look, in vain uplift Our eyes to heaven, if we are blind; TO THE AVON. FLOW on, sweet river! like his verse Nor wait beside the churchyard wall Thy playmate once; I see him now I see him by thy shallow edge He wonders whitherward it flows; Flow on, fair stream! That dream is He stands upon another shore; |