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SONG TO THE SPRING BREEZE.
· OH! Spirit of the Breeze,
Making low music, while the young leaves dance;
Thy beauty silently,
Let me thy bright eyes view, and dovelike countenance.
Oft doth my Fancy's eye
The Naiads fair espy,
Silently floating down some heaving stream;
The green-rob'd Dryades,
Or Oreads dancing nightly by their Queen's pale beam. And I, on nights of June,
Have watch'd, beneath the Moon, The gambols quaint of many a gamesome Fay, Around the tiny throne
Of mirthful Oberon,
And his capricious Queen, proud-eyed Titania.
But, Spirit of the Breeze,
And fragrant breath, soothe me so tenderly;
Thy form's celestial hue,
Too shadowy a dream art thou to flit o'er Fancy's eye.
Or art thou but a sound,
In fragrance floating round,
The whisper of some rural Deity;
Who, stretch'd in grotto calm,
Is warbling to the Nymph's delicious minstrelsy?
Oh! happy wandering thing,
Thus bearing on thy wing
Refreshing coolness, fragrance, and sweet sound;
How calmly dost thou stray
Still catching, as thou glidest on, new freshness from the ground.
Thou breathest on my brow,
I feel thy kisses now,
Thy cooling kisses :-but what charm was this?
A joy unfelt before,
A momentary, strange, imaginative bliss.
From my distemper'd brain
Of recollections sweet, which long had slept ;
I saw dear forms arise,
And cherish'd thoughts and feelings from their deep cells crept.
Whence was this wondrous spell ?
Oh! com'st thou from mine own Salopian hills?
With soothing charms to win me from my dream of ills?
Oh! there did lurk beneath
A dim emotion of remember'd joy;
And in thy voice I heard
Tones that my spirit stirr'd,
The kindly tones that spoke to me, and cheer'd me when a boy.
Hast thou not wandering been
Which bear the light print of my lov'd one's feet;
And as thou glidedst by,
Caught her most holy sigh?
I felt, I felt its fragrance in thy kiss so sweet.
And hast thou not stray'd o'er
Sweetening thy cool breath with her springing flowers;
They whom I love so well,
Beneath their arching trees, and honeysuckle bowers?
Bear'st thou not thence along
My dark-brow'd sister's song,
Her song so potent gentle hearts to move;
Perchance hath sweeter grown,
Now blended with the quiet sighs and tender notes of love?
Quietly gazing at the silent sky;
When thou didst catch her thought,
To breathe it o'er my weary soul, deliciously.
Oh! thou hast nought to do
Filling with busy breath the mariner's sails;
Is thine, nor aught hast thou to do with
But peacefully thou roamest,
Breathest around the freshness of the skies;
And on our hearts dost fling,
From thy enchanted wing,
Remembrances of absent love, calm thoughts, and happy sighs.
I know that thou art come
And thy calm breathings tell what peace is there;
But, gentle, say, returning,
With disappointment's bitter sting and comfortless despair.
Say that my spirit knows
That dear and happy musings still are mine;
That Hope's bright dreams are flown,
Of Memory's music lulls me yet to ecstacies divine.
EMBLEM of Cambria's bondage! loftiest pile!
No banners on thine Eagle Turret wave,
Plucked by a victor's hand from fields of blood! Thy sturdy bulwarks now can only brave
The dashing foam of Menai's angry flood.
From thy lone watch-tow'r. The approaching fight
While on thy shatter'd battlements I
And mine eye wanders through thy vacant halls, My musing mind reverts to other days,
And all thy grandeur, all thy pomp recalls. There warriors bold have stalk'd in armour mail'dThere festive mirth and laughter have prevail'd— There kings have ruled in majesty and prideAnd courtly knights at Beauty's feet have sigh'd.
Where o'er the moat the drawbridge once was seen,
Hark! what wild shrieks from yonder lowly cell,
From triple Snowdon's height to Penmaen's brow;
Insatiate monster! could the hoary head
Was not the Royal Chief in fetters led,
An ample victim at thine honour's shrine?