ALAS! for stifled Love, as tho' dull Earth Enamoured of the Night, and dusky Ocean In Litany of seeming self-devotion, By some dark magic should retard the birth Of struggling Dawn, that lends a golden worth To Beauty dreaming on the misty plain, And Grace in sullen slumber on the rippling Main. So fares a World whose elements conspire To check the advent of transfiguring Glory: For rosy glow grey gloom, and self's one story From human ebb and flow unlit by fire Whose gleam reveals that Heavenward all aspire. Blaze forth, bright Sun! disturb that baneful sleep And gild the wavelets on each soul's unquiet deep. And is thy life to be a day of June, A course, tho' chequered, of celestial splendour, Whose light is beautiful, whose shade is tender, Where sparkling heart-waves chime in restful tune, Where Morn impassioned yields to fiery Noon, Whose radiance softens into Evening bliss? Then let thy world within flame to Love's glowing kiss! |