Silence gave that rose and bee For the lock, in meteness; Be Goes in humming sweetness. my chamber tapestried With the showers of summer, Close but soundless,-glorified When the sunbeams come here Wandering harpers, harping on Chorded drops, as such,— Drawing colours, for a tune, VOL. II. Bring a shadow green and still Bring a purple from the hill, When the heat is sorest, Spread them out from wall to wall, Carpet-wove around, Whereupon the foot shall fall In light instead of sound. Bring the fantasque cloudlets home, From the noontide zenith; Ranged, for sculptures, round the room,— Named as Fancy weeneth: Some be Junos, without eyes— Naiads, without sources. Some be birds of paradise, Some, Olympian horses. Bring the dews the birds shake off, Waking in the hedges, Those too, perfumed for a proof, From the lilies' edges: From our England's field and moor, Whence to form a mirror pure, Bring a grey cloud from the east, Something of the song at least, Unlost in the bringing: That shall be a morning chair, Poet-dream may sit in, When it leans out on the air, Unrhymed and unwritten. Bring the red cloud from the sun While he sinketh, catch it— That shall be a couch,-with one Fit for poet's finest Thought, At the curfew-sounding,— ! Things unseen being nearer brought Than the seen, around him. Poet's thought, not poet's sigh! 'Las, they come together! Cloudy walls divide and fly, As in April weather! Corridor and column proud, Chamber bright to see Gone!-except that moonlit cloud, To which I looked with thee! Let them! Wipe such visionings From the Fancy's cartel— Love secures some fairer things Dowered with his immortal! Suns may darken,-heaven be bowed Still, unchanged shall be, Soul-deep,-here-that moonlit cloud, To which I looked with THEE! CATARINA TO CAMOËNS; DYING IN HIS ABSENCE ABROAD, AND REFERRING TO THE POEM IN WHICH HE RECORDED THE SWEETNESS OF HER EYES. On the door you will not enter, Come, O lover, Close and cover These poor eyes, you called, I ween, When I heard you sing that burden I but hearkened that of yours,— |