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That to her breast clasps me!
The billows toss our bark on high,
And with our oars keep time, While cloudy mountains tow'rd the sky
Before our progress climb.
Say, mine eye, why sink'st thou down?
Golden visions, are ye flown?
Hence, thou dream, tho' golden-twin'd;
Here, too, love and life I find.
Over the waters are blinking
Many a thousand fair star; Gentle mists are drinking
Round the horizon afar.
Round the shady creek lightly
Morning zephyrs awake, And the ripen'd fruit brightly
Mirrors itself in the lake.
1775.
----- FROM THE MOUNTAIN.
[Written just after the preceding one, on a mountain overlooking the Lake of Zurich.]
IF I, dearest Lily, did not love thee,
How this prospect would enchant my sight!
And yet if I, Lily, did not love thee,
Could I find, or here, or there, delight?
1775.
----- FLOWER-SALUTE.
THIS nosegay,--'twas I dress'd it,--
Greets thee a thousand times!
Oft stoop'd I, and caress'd it,
Ah! full a thousand times, And 'gainst my bosom press'd it
A hundred thousand times!
1815.*
----- IN SUMMER.
How plain and height With dewdrops are bright!
How pearls have crown'd The plants all around!
How sighs the breeze Thro' thicket and trees!
How loudly in the sun's clear rays The sweet birds carol forth their lays!
But, ah! above, Where saw I my love, Within her room, Small, mantled in gloom, Enclosed around, Where sunlight was drown'd, How little there was earth to me, With all its beauteous majesty!
1776.*
----- MAY SONG.
BETWEEN wheatfield and corn, Between hedgerow and thorn, Between pasture and tree, Where's my sweetheart Tell it me!
Sweetheart caught I
Not at home; She's then, thought I.
Gone to roam.
Fair and loving
Blooms sweet May; Sweetheart's roving,
Free and gay.
By the rock near the wave, Where her first kiss she gave, On the greensward, to me,-- Something I see!
Is it she?
1812.
----- PREMATURE SPRING.
DAYS full of rapture,
Are ye renew'd ?-- Smile in the sunlight
Mountain and wood?
Streams richer laden
Flow through the dale, Are these the meadows?
Is this the vale?
Coolness cerulean!
Heaven and height!
Fish crowd the ocean,
Golden and bright.
