call, and o'er the deeps,
And--Echo answers me!

14.

Deaf to the joys she gives--
Blind to the pomp of which she is possest--
Unconscious of the spiritual Power that lives
Around, and rules her--by our bliss unblest--
Dull to the Art that colours or creates,
Like the dead timepiece, Godless NATURE creeps
Her plodding round, and, by the leaden weights,
The slavish motion keeps.

15.

To-morrow to receive
New life, she digs her proper grave to-day;
And icy moons, with weary sameness, weave
From their own light their fullness and decay:
Home to the Poet's land the Gods are flown;
Light use in _them_ that later world discerns,
Which, the diviner leading-strings outgrown,
On its own axle turns.

16.

Home!--and with them are gone
The hues they gazed on, and the tones they heard,
Life's beauty and life's melodies--alone
Broods o'er the desolate void the lifeless Word!
Yet rescued from Time's deluge, still they throng,
Unseen, the Pindus they were wont to cherish,
Ah--that which gains immortal life in song
To mortal life must perish!

We subjoin a few poems, belonging to the third period, which were
omitted in our former selections from that division.

THE MEETING.

1.

I see her still, with many a fair one nigh,
Of every fair the stateliest shape appear:
Like a lone son she shone upon my eye--
I stood afar, and durst not venture near.
Seized, as her presence brighten'd round me, by
The trembling passion of voluptuous fear,
Yet, swift, as borne upon some hurrying wing,
The impulse snatch'd me, and I struck the string!

2.

What then I felt--what sung--my memory hence
From that wild moment would in vain invoke--
It was the life of some discover'd sense
That in the heart's divine emotion spoke;
Long years imprison'd, and escaping thence
From every chain, the SOUL enchanted broke,
And found a music in its own deep core,
Its holiest, deepest deep, unguess'd before.

3.

Like melody long hush'd, and lost in space,
Back to its home the breathing spirit came:
I look'd, and saw upon that angel face
The fair love circled with the modest shame;
I heard (and heaven descended on the place)
Low-whisper'd words a charmed truth proclaim--
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