SWEET IS LOVE. Aн, how sweet it is to love! Sighs which are from lovers blown Love and Time with reverence use! Which in youth sincere they send : Love, like spring-tides full and high, If a flow in age appear, "Tis but rain, and runs not clear. DRYDEN. ENDYMION. THE rising moon has hid the stars; And silver white the river gleams, On such a tranquil night as this, Like Dian's kiss, unasked, unsought, It comes, the beautiful, the free, In silence and alone To seek the elected one. It lifts the boughs, whose shadows deep Of him who slumbering lies. O, weary hearts! O, slumbering eyes! No one is so accursed by fate, But some heart, though unknown, Responds unto his own. Responds, as if, with unseen wings, A breath from heaven had touched its strings, And whispers, in its song, "Where hast thou stayed so long!" LONGFELLOW. TO THE DEW; IN HOPE TO SEE CASTARA WALKING. BRIGHT DEW! which dost the field adorn, Did not the piteous Night, whose ears Or that Castara, for your zeal, If not your pity, yet, howe'er, Your care I praise: 'gainst she appear, To make the wealthy Indies here. But see, she comes! Bright lamp o' th' sky Put out thy light; the world shall spy And liquid pearl hang heavy now Yet if the wind should curious be, But if the busy tell-tale Day Lest thou confess too, melt away! W. HABINGTON. SERENADE. THE lark now leaves his wat'ry nest, The merchant bows unto the seaman's star, The ploughman from the sun his season takes; But still the lover wonders what they are, Who look for day before his mistress wakes. Awake, awake, break through your vails of lawn! Then draw your curtains, and, begin the dawn. DAVENANT. |