The following little piece
has no title; but in it the Genius of a solitary region seems to address
his wandering and wayward votary, and to recall within his influence the
proud mind which rebelled at times even against what it most loved.
Shall earth no more inspire
thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire
thee,
Shall nature cease to bow?
Thy mind is ever moving,
In regions dark to thee;
Recall its useless roving,
Come back, and dwell with
me.
I know my mountain breezes
Enchant and soothe thee
still,
I know my sunshine pleases,
Despite thy wayward will.
When day with evening blending,
Sinks from the summer sky,
I've seen thy spirit bending
In fond idolatry.
I've watched thee every hour;
I know my mighty sway:
I know my magic power
To drive thy griefs away.
Few hearts to mortals given,
On earth so wildly pine;
Yet few would ask a heaven
More like this earth than
thine.
Then let my winds caress
thee
Thy comrade let me be:
Since nought beside can
bless thee,
Return--and dwell with me. |
