Across a brow with parted tress

In a crisp auburn waviness;

And mellow fervency between
Of fiery orange, gold, and green,
And inward pulpiness intense,

As if great Nature's affluence

Had

opened it's rich heart, and there
The ripeness of the world was bare.
And lastly, after that blest pause,

The Sun, down stepping, half withdraws
His head from heaven; and then do we
Break the mute pomp, and ardently
Sing him in glory to the sea.

Thus chaunted to me that fair blooming throng
Leaning about the hill on silvery beds,

And said to me at last,-Go tell our song

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To such as hang their pale home-withered heads

For winter-time, and do our kindness wrong:

And say, that they might bear,

The more they know us, the moist weight of air,

Which stamps upon their fields so fine a green, So glad, so lasting, yet so little seen.

Bethink thee oftener too. Yet add, for all

The obstinate love and natural,

Which thou hast borne us in despite

Of all thy sunny dreams of southern places, That thou hast been the first that has had sight

Of what is on the clouds, and the kind faces

Basking on t'other side: and so we take

Our journey up through heaven; and for the sake Of all thy patient looks into the skies,

We circuit thee, and kiss thy feverish eyes.

So saying, the white clouds a little stirred,
Like palfreys after rest; and every cloud

Passed close to me; and every lady bowed
A little from it's side without a word;

And swept my lids with breathless lips serene,

As Alan's mouth was stooped to by a queen.

MISCELLANIES.

FANCY'S PARTY.

A FRAGMENT.

Juvat ire per ipsum

Aera, et immenso spatiantem vivere cœlo.

MANILIUS.

We take our pleasure through the very air,

And breathing the great heav'n, expatiate there.

In this poetic corner

With books about and o'er us,

With busts and flowers,

And pictured bowers,

And the sight of fields before us;
Why think of these fatalities,

And all their dull realities?