VIII.

HAPPY lover who has come

To look on her that loves him well,

Who'lights and rings the gateway bell

And learns her gone and far from home;

He saddens, all the magic light

Dies off at once from bower and hall,

And all the place is dark, and all The chambers emptied of delight:

So find I every pleasant spot

In which we two were wont to meet,
The field, the chamber and the street,

For all is dark where thou art not.

Yet as that other, wandering there

In those deserted walks, may find A flower beat with rain and wind, Which once she foster'd up with care;

So seems it in my deep regret,

O my forsaken heart, with thee And this poor flower of poesy Which little cared for fades not yet.

But since it pleased a vanish'd eye,
I go to plant it on his tomb,

That if it can it there may bloom,

Or dying, there at least may die.

IX.

AIR ship, that from the Italian shore
Sailest the placid ocean-plains

With my lost Arthur's loved remains, Spread thy full wings, and waft him o'er.

So draw him home to those that mourn
In vain; a favourable speed

Ruffle thy mirror'd mast, and lead
Thro' prosperous floods his holy urn.

All night no ruder air perplex

Thy sliding keel, till Phosphor, bright
As our pure love, thro' early light

Shall glimmer on the dewy decks.

Sphere all your lights around, above;

Sleep, gentle heavens, before the prow; Sleep, gentle winds, as he sleeps now, My friend, the brother of my love;

My Arthur, whom I shall not see

Till all my widow'd race be run;

Dear as the mother to the son,

More than my brothers are to me.

X.

HEAR the noise about thy keel;
I hear the bell struck in the night;

I see the cabin-window bright;

I see the sailor at the wheel.

Thou bringest the sailor to his wife,

And travell❜d men from foreign lands;

And letters unto trembling hands; And, thy dark freight, a vanish'd life.

So bring him: we have idle dreams :
This look of quiet flatters thus

Our home-bred fancies: O to us,

The fools of habit, sweeter seems