with eyes

Bright in the lustre of their own fond joy.

SHELLEY.

"Oh! what a deathless beauty lies
Upon this world of ours!

By night, it has its starry eyes,
By day, its eyes of flowers :-
Its very tempests walk the skies,

To give the rainbow birth,

And everywhere, methinks, love lies
Upon this blessed earth!

"They say, ere time and I shall part,
That smiles with sighs must meet,--
I know, by mine own sighing heart,
That sighs are very sweet!—
They tell me hope and love must die,
And weeping comes with years,

I never felt a single joy

Beyond the joy of tears!

"They bid me mark, upon the

The shadow, as it flies,

I love to see the shadow pass,
Along the earth and skies!—

grass,

And thus, they say, shall sorrow steal
Along my spirit's light,-

If sorrow lends the eye a veil
So beautifully dark, I feel

I would not have it bright!

They speak of the inconstant moon,—
To me their words seem strange;

Of all her charms the crowning one
Is that unresting change!

They show the leaves by autumn curled,

And sere,' they say, and dull,'—

I do not know, in all the world,

A sight so beautiful !”.

Oh love! young love!-they preach in vain,

Who seek to make thee wise;

Thou can'st not see or grief or pain,

With those glad, sunny eyes :

Creation, in its myriad parts,

One moral yields alone,

And life, in all its thousand hearts,

Is coloured by thine own!

For thee the future has no show,

To thee the past is o'er,—

"To day, to day!"—it shall be so

No more-oh! never more!

Where wisdom failed, shall all be changed

By time's unfailing spell,

The future and the past avenged,

Too well-oh! all too well!