. Works . with the glow that slowly crimsond allThy presence and thy portals, while I lay,Mouth, forehead, eyelids, growing dewy-warmWith kisses balmier than half-opening budsOf April, and could hear the lips that kissdWhispering I knew not what of wild and sweet, 192 TITHONUS. Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing,While Ilion like a mist rose into towers. Yet hold me not for ever in thine East:How can my nature longer mix with thine?Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, coldAre all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feetUpon thy glimmering thresholds, when the steamFloats up from those dim fie
. Works . with the glow that slowly crimsond allThy presence and thy portals, while I lay,Mouth, forehead, eyelids, growing dewy-warmWith kisses balmier than half-opening budsOf April, and could hear the lips that kissdWhispering I knew not what of wild and sweet, 192 TITHONUS. Like that strange song I heard Apollo sing,While Ilion like a mist rose into towers. Yet hold me not for ever in thine East:How can my nature longer mix with thine?Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, coldAre all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feetUpon thy glimmering thresholds, when the steamFloats up from those dim fields about the homesOf happy men that have the power to grassy barrows of the happier me, and restore me to the ground;Thou seest all things, thou wilt see my grave:Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn;I earth in earth forget these empty courts,And thee returning on thy silver wheels. Tis the place, and all aioitiid it, as of curlews call. LocKSLEY Hall. Etched by G. LOCKS LEY HALL. 193 LOCKSLEY HALL. Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet t is early morn;Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle-horn. T is the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews call,Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley Hall; Locksley Hall, that in the distance overlooks the sandy tracts,And the hollow ocean-ridges roaring into cataracts. Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest,Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. VOL. II. — 13 194 LOCKSLEY HALL. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro the mellow shade,Glitter like a swarm of fireflies tangled in a silver braid. Here about the beach I wanderd, nourishing a youth sublimeWith the fairy tales of science, and the long result of Time; When the centuries behind me Hke a fruitful land reposed;When I clung to all the present for the promise that it closed: When I dipt into the future far as human eye could see;Saw the Vision of the
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