It was night and on the mountains Fathoms deep the snow drifts lay; Streams and waterfalls and fountai… Down the darkness stole away. Long ago the hopeless peasant

'Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere… But most where trees are sending

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending

Often rebuked, yet always back ret… To those first feelings that were… And leaving busy chase of wealth a… For idle dreams of things which ca… To—day, I will seek not the shado…

How few, of all the hearts that lo… Are grieving for thee now; And why should mine to—night be mo… With such a sense of woe? Too often thus, when left alone,

How beautiful the earth is still, To thee —how full of happiness! How little fraught with real ill, Or unreal phantoms of distress! How spring can bring thee glory, y…

O, thy bright eyes must answer now… When Reason, with a scornful brow… Is mocking at my overthrow! O, thy sweet tongue must plead for… And tell why I have chosen thee!

Come, the wind may never again Blow as now it blows for us; And the stars may never again shin… Long before October returns, Seas of blood will have parted us;

I’ll not weep that thou art going… There’s nothing lovely here; And doubly will the dark world gri… While thy heart suffers there. I’ll not weep, because the summer’…

The evening passes fast away, 'Tis almost time to rest; What thoughts has left the vanishe… What feelings, in thy breast? “The vanished day? It leaves a se…

THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my lady fair: The wild deer browse above her bre…

Awaking morning laughs from heaven On golden summer’s forests green; And what a gush of song is given To welcome in that light serene. A fresh wind waves the clustering…

‘Enough of thought, philosopher! Too long hast thou been dreaming Unlightened, in this chamber drear… While summer’s sun is beaming! Space—sweeping soul, what sad refr…