My child is flown on wilder wings,

Than they have ever spread,

And I may even walk a waste

That widen'd when she fled.

Full many a thankless child has been, But never one like mine;

Her meat was served on plates of gold, Her drink was rosy wine;

But now she 'll share the robin's food, And sup the common rill,

Before her feet will turn again

To meet her father's will!

I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER.

I.

I REMEMBER, I remember,

The house where I was born,

The little window where the sun

Came peeping in at morn;

He never came a wink too soon,

Nor brought too long a day,

But now, I often wish the night

Had borne my breath away!

II.

I remember, I remember,

The roses, red and white,

The vi'lets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,

And where my brother set

The laburnum on his birth-day,

The tree is living yet!

III.

I remember, I remember

Where I was used to swing,

And thought the air must rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing;

My spirit flew in feathers then,

That is so heavy now,

And summer pools could hardly cool

The fever on my brow!

IV.

I remember, I remember

The fir trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:

It was a childish ignorance,

But now 'tis little joy

To know I'm farther off from heav'n

Than when I was a boy.

BALLAD.

SIGH on sad heart, for Love's eclipse And Beauty's fairest queen,

Tho' 'tis not for my peasant lips

To soil her name between :

A king might lay his sceptre down,

But I am poor and nought,

The brow should wear a golden crown That wears her in its thought.

The diamonds glancing in her hair,
Whose sudden beams surprise,

Might bid such humble hopes beware

The glancing of her eyes;