O ever present to my view!

My wafted spirit is with you,

And soothes your boding fears: I see you all oppressed with gloom Sit lonely in that cheerless roomAh me! You are in tears!

Beloved Woman! did you fly
Chilled Friendship's dark disliking eye,
Or Mirth's untimely din?
With cruel weight these trifles press
A temper sore with tenderness,

When aches the Void within.

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But why with sable wand unblessed
Should Fancy rouse within my
Dim-visaged shapes of Dread?
Untenanting its beauteous clay
My SARA's soul has winged its way,
And hovers round my head!

I felt it prompt the tender Dream, When slowly sunk the day's last gleam;

You roused each gentler sense

As sighing o'er the Blossom's bloom

Meek Evening wakes its soft perfume
With viewless influence.

And hark, my Love! The sea-breeze moans Through yon reft house! O'er rolling stones In bold ambitious sweep

The onward-surging tides supply

The silence of the cloudless sky

With mimic thunders deep.

Dark reddening from the channelled Isle*
(Where stands one solitary pile
Unslated by the blast)

The Watchfire, like a sullen star
Twinkles to many a dozing Tar
Rude cradled on the mast.

Even there-beneath that light-house tower—

In the tumultuous evil hour

Ere Peace with SARA came,

Time was, I should have thought it sweet

To count the echoings of my feet,
And watch the storm-vexed flame.

The Holmes, in the Bristol Channel.

And there in black soul-jaundiced fit
A sad gloom-pampered Man to sit,
And listen to the roar:

When mountain Surges bellowing deep
With an uncouth monster leap
Plunged foaming on the shore.

Then by the Lightning's blaze to mark
Some toiling tempest-shattered bark;
Her vain distress-guns hear;

And when a second sheet of light
Flashed o'er the blackness of the night-

To see no Vessel there!

But Fancy now more gaily sings;
Or if awhile she droop her wings,

As sky-larks 'mid the corn,

On summer fields she grounds her breast: The oblivious Poppy o'er her nest

Nods, till returning morn.

O mark those smiling tears, that swell The opened Rose! From heaven they fell,

And with the sun-beam blend.

Blessed visitations from above,
Such are the tender woes of Love
Fostering the heart, they bend!

When stormy Midnight howling round Beats on our roof with clattering sound, To me your arms you'll stretch: Great God! you'll say-To us so kind, O shelter from this loud bleak wind The houseless, friendless wretch!

The tears that tremble down your cheek, Shall bathe my kisses chaste and meek In Pity's dew divine;

And from your heart the sighs that steal Shall make your rising bosom feel

The answering swell of mine!

How oft, my Love! with shapings sweet I paint the moment, we shall meet ! With eager speed I dart

I seize you in the vacant air,

And fancy, with a Husband's care

'Tis said, on Summer's evening hour Flashes the golden-coloured flower

A fair electric flame:

And so shall flash my love-charged eye
When all the heart's big ecstasy
Shoots rapid through the frame!

VOL. I.