ILLUSIONS FLOW, flow the waves hated, Accursed, adored, The waves of mutation; No anchorage is. Sleep is not, death is not; Who seem to die live. House you were born in, Friends of your spring-time, Cannot be moored. See the stars through them, Through treacherous marbles. Know the stars yonder, The stars everlasting, Are fugitive also, And emulate, vaulted, The lambent heat lightning And fire-fly's flight. When thou dost return On the wave's circulation, Behold the shimmer, Thou ridest to power, And to endurance. QUATRAINS A. H. HIGH was her heart, and yet was well inclined, Far capitals and marble courts, her eye still seemed to see, Minstrels and kings and high-born dames, and of the best that be. HUSH! EVERY thought is public, Thy gossips spread each whisper, ORATOR HE who has no hands Perforce must use his tongue; Foxes are so cunning Because they are not strong. ARTIST QUIT the hut, frequent the palace, For still, where'er the trees grow biggest, Huntsmen find the easiest way.' |