And Love, young Love, among the rest, But still for Summer dost thou grieve? The essences of summer sweets, The "thoughts that breathe," in words that shineThe flights of soul in sunny places To greet and company with thine. These shall wing thee on to flow'rs— The past or future, that shall seem For blowing in such desert hours. The summer never shines so bright As thought of in a winter's night; Is in the bud before it blows. The dear one of the lover's heart Is painted to his longing eyes, In charms she ne'er can realize- Where the Muse hath mix'd it up; The "dance, and song, and sun-burnt mirth,” With the warm nectar of the earth: Drink! 'twill glow in every vein, And thou shalt dream the winter through : Then waken to the sun again, And find thy Summer Vision true! SONG. FOR MUSIC. A LAKE and a fairy boat To sail in the moonlight clear,— And merrily we would float From the dragons that watch us here! Thy gown should be snow-white silk, And strings of orient pearls, Like gossamers dipp'd in milk, VOL. II. Red rubies should deck thy hands, ODE: AUTUMN. I. I SAW old Autumn in the misty morn Pearling his coronet of golden corn. II. Where are the songs of Summer?-With the sun, Oping the dusky eyelids of the south, Till shade and silence waken up as one, And Morning sings with a warm odorous mouth. On panting wings through the inclement skies, Lest owls should prey Undazzled at noon-day, And tear with horny beak their lustrous eyes. III. Where are the blooms of Summer?-In the west, Blushing their last to the last sunny hours, When the mild Eve by sudden Night is prest Like tearful Proserpine, snatch'd from her flow'rs Where is the pride of Summer,-the green prime,-- |