His own funereal destiny; And a firm will, and a deep sense, Which even in torture can descry Its own concentered recompense, Triumphant where it dares defy, And making death a victory! Away, away, without a wing, A nameless and eternal thing, SUN OF THE SLEEPLESS. Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far, WHEN COLDNESS WRAPS THIS That show'st the darkness thou canst SUFFERING CLAY. WHEN coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah! whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stray, But leaves its darkened dust behind. Then, unembodied, doth it trace Or fill at once the realms of space, Eternal, boundless, undecayed, A thought unseen, but seeing all, All, all in earth, or skies displayed, Shall it survey, shall it recall: Each fainter trace that memory holds So darkly of departed years, In one broad glance the soul beholds, And all that was, at once appears. Before Creation peopled earth, Its eyes shall roll through chaos back; And where the furthest heaven had birth, The spirit trace its rising track, And where the future mars or makes, Its glance dilate o'er all to be, While sun is quenched or system breaks, Fixed in its own eternity. Above or Love, Hope, Hate, or Fear, It lives all passionless and pure: An age shall fleet like earthly year; Its years as moments shall endure. | MAID OF ATHENS. MAID of Athens, ere we part, By those tresses unconfined, By that lip I long to taste; Maid of Athens! I am gone: * Zóe moú, sás ágapo, My life, I love you. |