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That cares not for his home. - All shod with steel We hiss'd along the polish'd ice, in games Confederate, imitative of the Chase

And woodland pleasures, the resounding horn,
The Pack loud-bellowing, and the hunted hare.
So through the darkness and the cold we flew,
And not a voice was idle: with the din
Meanwhile the precipices rang aloud;
The leafless trees and every icy crag
Tinkled like iron; while the distant hills
Into the tumult sent an alien sound

Of melancholy, not unnoticed, while the stars,
Eastward, were sparkling clear, and in the west
The orange sky of evening died away.

Not seldom from the uproar I retired
Into a silent bay, - or sportively

Glanced sideway, leaving the tumultuous throng,
To cut across the reflex of a Star,
Image, that, flying still before me, gleam'd
Upon the glassy plain: and oftentimes,
When we had given our bodies to the wind,

And all the shadowy banks on either side
Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still

The rapid line of motion, then at once
Have I, reclining back upon my heels,
Stopp'd short; yet still the solitary cliffs
Wheel'd by me even as if the earth had roll'd

With visible motion her diurnal round!

Behind me did they stretch in solemn train,
Feebler and feebler, and I stood and watch'd
Till all was tranquil as a summer sea.

XV.

THE LONGEST DAY;

ADDRESSED TO

LET us quit the leafy Arbour,
And the torrent murmuring by:
Sol has dropp'd into his harbour,
Weary of the open sky.

Evening now unbinds the fetters

Fashion'd by the glowing light;

All that breathe are thankful debtors

To the harbinger of night.

Yet by some grave thoughts attended

Eve renews her calm career;

For the day that now is ended,

Is the Longest of the Year.

Laura! sport, as now thou sportest,
On this platform, light and free ;
Take thy bliss, while longest, shortest,
Are indifferent to thee!

Who would check the happy feeling
That inspires the linnet's song?
Who would stop the swallow, wheeling
On her pinions swift and strong?

Yet at this impressive season,
Words which tenderness can speak
From the truths of homely reason,
Might exalt the loveliest cheek;

And, while shades to shades succeeding
Steal the landscape from the sight,
I would urge this moral pleading,

Last forerunner of "Good night!"

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Is a reflux from on high,

Tending to the darksome hollows

Where the frosts of winter lie.

He who governs the creation,
In his providence, assign'd
Such a gradual declination
To the life of human kind.

Yet we mark it not;

- fruits redden,

Fresh flowers blow, as flowers have blown,

And the heart is loth to deaden
Hopes that she so long hath known.

Be thou wiser, youthful Maiden!
And when thy decline shall come,
Let not flowers, or boughs fruit-laden,
Hide the knowledge of thy doom.

Now, even now, ere wrapp'd in slumber,

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That absorbs time, space, and number;
Look towards Eternity!

Follow thou the flowing River
On whose breast are thither borne
All Deceived, and each Deceiver,
Through the gates of night and morn;

Through the year's successive portals; Through the bounds which many a star Marks, not mindless of frail mortals,

When his light returns from far.

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