If, in thy second state sublime,Thy ransom’d reason change repliesWith all the circle of the wise,The perfect flower of human time; And if thou cast thine eyes below,How dimly character’d and slight,How dwarf’d a growth of cold and night,How blanch’d with darkness must I grow! Yet turn thee to the doubtful shore,Where thy first form […]

He past; a soul of nobler tone:My spirit loved and loves him yet,Like some poor girl whose heart is setOn one whose rank exceeds her own. He mixing with his proper sphere,She finds the baseness of her lot,Half jealous of she knows not what,And envying all that meet him there. The little village looks forlorn;She […]