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RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE.
How warm this woodland wild Recess !
Eight springs have flown, since last I lay
And high o'er head the sky-lark shrills.
No voice as yet had made the air
Be music with your name: yet why
That asking look? That yearning sigh?
That sense of promise every where?
Beloved! flew your spirit by?
As when a mother doth explore
The rose-mark on her long lost child,
I met, I lov'd you, maiden mild! As whom I long had lov'd before
So deeply had I been beguil❜d.
You stood before me like a thought,
A dream remember'd in a dream.
But when those meek eyes first did seem To tell me, Love within you wrought—
O Greta, dear domestic stream!
Has not, since then, Love's prompture deep,
Has not Love's whisper evermore,
Been ceaseless, as thy gentle roar? Sole voice, when other voices sleep,
Dear under-song in Clamor's hour.
ON RE-VISITING THE SEA-SHORE, AFTER LONG ABSENCE,
Under strong medical recommendation not to bathe.
God be with thee, gladsome Ocean!
Dissuading spake the mild Physician,
But my soul fulfill'd her mission,
And lo! I breathe untroubled breath!
FASHION'S pining Sons and Daughters,
Me a thousand hopes and pleasures,
A thousand recollections bland, Thoughts sublime, and stately measures, Revisit on thy echoing strand :
Dreams, (the Soul herself forsaking,)
A blessed shadow of this Earth!
O ye hopes, that stir within me, Health comes with you from above! God is with me, God is in me!
I cannot die, if Life be Love,