In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. 15 The pale, purple even Melts around thy flight; In the broad daylight, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight: 20 Keen as are the arrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is here. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art we know not; What is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not 25 30 As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.3 25 Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded Like a glow-worm golden Its aërial hue Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view: Like a rose embowered 5 Makes faint with too much sweet these heavywinged thieves." Sound of vernal showers Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine; I have never heard Praise of love or wine. 50 55 60 That panteth forth a flood of rapture so divine. 65 What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? 70 Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem 8 Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal" stream? We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught: 10 Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought. Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness The world should listen then, as I am listening now. 75 80 85 90 95 NOTES TO A SKYLARK. 1 Unpremeditated, unstudied, not prepared beforehand. 2 Sphere. world. 3 Melody, sweet song. 4 Aerial, belonging to the air, unreal. 5 Embowered, hidden. 6 Heavy-winged thieves, the winds laden with perfume stolen from the rose. 7 Vernal, relating to springtime. 8 Deem, think, judge. 9 Crystal, pure, clear. 10 Fraught, laden. 11 Harmonious, tuneful. THE VISION OF MIRZA. 3 1. When I was at Grand Cairo1 I picked up several Oriental2 manuscripts, which I have still by me. Among others, I met with one entitled “The Visions of Mirza," which I have read over with great pleasure. I intend to give it to the public when I have no other entertainment for them; and shall begin with the first vision, which I have translated word for word as follows: 4 5 2. "On the fifth day of the moon, which, according to the custom of my forefathers, I always keep holy, after having washed myself and offered up my morning devotions I ascended the high hills of Bagdat, in order to pass the rest of the day in meditation and prayer. As I was here airing myself on the tops of the mountains, I fell into a profound contemplation on the vanity of human life; and passing from one thought to another, Surely,' said I, 'man is but a shadow, and life a dream.' 6 3. "Whilst I was thus musing, I cast mine P |