What care I , so they stand the same,-
Things of the heavenly mind,-

Thine eyes still shined for me, though far
I lonely robed the land or sea:
As I behold yon evening star,
Which yet beholds not me.

This morn I climbed the misty hill,
And roamed the pastures through;
How danced thy form before my path
A midst the deep-eyed dew!

When the redbird spread his sable wing,
And showed his ride of flame;
When the rosebud ripened to the rose,
In both I read thy name.

The sense of the world is short-
Long and various the report,-
To love and be beloved;
Men and gods have not outlearned it;
And, how oft soe'er they've turned it
'Tis not to be improved.

O fair and stately maid, whose eyes
Were kindled in the upper skies
At the same torch that lighted mine;
For so I must interpret still
They sweet dominion O'er my will,
A sympathy divine.

Ah! let me blameless gaze upon
Features that seem at heart my own;
Not fear those watchful sentinels;
Who charm the more their glance forbids,
Chaste-glowing, underneath their lids,

The rain has spoiled the farmer's day;
Shall borrow put my books away?
Thereby are two days lost:
Nature shall mind her own affairs;
I will attend my proper cares,
In rain, or sun, or frost.

May be true what I had heard,-
Earth's a howling wilderness,
Truculent with fraud and force,"
Said I, strolling through the pastures,
And along the river-side.
Caught among the blackberry vines,
Feeling on the Ethiops sweet,
Pleasant fancies overtook me.
I said, " What influence me preferred,
Elect, to dreams thus beautiful?"
The vines replied, " And didst thou deem
No wisdom to our berries went?"

We traveled in the print of olden wares
Yet all the land was green,
And love we found, and peace,
Where fire and war had been.

They pass and smile, the children of the sword
No more the sword they wield;
And O, how deep the corn
Along the battlefield!