Tasso and the Sisters Tasso's Spirit: The Nuptials of Juno: The Skeletons: The Spirits of the Ocean. Poems, By Thomas Wade |
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Here slumbers in a dreamful sleep
A Goddess of some fountain deep;
Whilst o'er her gleams a mortal eye,
Enchanted with her symmetry!
Above, a Giant-form appears,
His furrow'd cheek bedew'd with tears;—
And in his eye a mighty grief
Sits, as disdainful of relief.
A young girl, as the lily pale
That whitens in the midnight gale
The glorious moon beneath,
Hangs on his breast and strives to calm
His spirit by that nameless charm
Which, breath'd from woman's eye and voice,
Might make the dying heart rejoice
And worship even in death!
Far to the right are sylphs, adorning
Their hair with golden flowers,—
Fresh as the blossoms of the Morning,
When dew-drops greet the hours:
And children are disporting round
A lake, where white swans live,
And seem as listening to the sound
Its sparkling waters give.
These, and the charms of mountain, lea,
Of valley, wave and lawn,
Deck those bright portals of the sea,
In radiant colors drawn:—
A Spirit's cunning each display'd—
A Spirit's hand their beauty made.
A Goddess of some fountain deep;
Whilst o'er her gleams a mortal eye,
Enchanted with her symmetry!
Above, a Giant-form appears,
His furrow'd cheek bedew'd with tears;—
And in his eye a mighty grief
Sits, as disdainful of relief.
A young girl, as the lily pale
That whitens in the midnight gale
The glorious moon beneath,
Hangs on his breast and strives to calm
His spirit by that nameless charm
Which, breath'd from woman's eye and voice,
Might make the dying heart rejoice
And worship even in death!
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Their hair with golden flowers,—
Fresh as the blossoms of the Morning,
When dew-drops greet the hours:
And children are disporting round
A lake, where white swans live,
And seem as listening to the sound
Its sparkling waters give.
These, and the charms of mountain, lea,
Of valley, wave and lawn,
Deck those bright portals of the sea,
In radiant colors drawn:—
A Spirit's cunning each display'd—
A Spirit's hand their beauty made.
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