When the lamp is shattered,
The light in the dust lies...
One word is too often profaned
For me to profane it,
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory -
Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know
That things depart...
Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing...
Men of England, wherefore plough
For the lords who lay ye...
Swiftly walk o'er the western wave,
Spirit of...
The keen stars were twinkling
And the fair moon was rising...
Oh! there are spirits of the air,
And genii of the...
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never...
Ariel to Miranda: -- Take
This slave of music, for the...
ONE word is too often profaned
For me to profane it;...
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory -
Like the ghost of a dear friend dead
Is Time long past.
Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,
Ocean of Time,...
Before those cruel twins whom at one birth
Incestuous...
And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth,...
FIRST SPIRIT
O thou, who plum'd with strong desire...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task
Of glory...
I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way,
Bare Winter...
I
AND, like a dying lady lean and pale,
Who...
BEST and brightest, come away!
Fairer far than this fair...
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of...
The fitful alternations of the rain,
When the chill wind,...
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
From...