And they and ev'ry mossy spring were holy
To his love-haunted heart and melancholy.
The night had found (to him a night of woe)
Upon a mountain crag young Angelo;

Beetling it bends athwart the solemn sky,

And scowls on starry worlds that down beneath it lie. Here sate he with his love, his dark eye bent

With eagle gaze along the firmament:

Now turned it upon her, but ever then
It trembled to the orb of EARTH again.

"Ianthe, dearest, see! how dim that ray!
How lovely 'tis to look so far away!
She seemed not thus upon that autumn eve
I left her gorgeous halls, nor mourned to leave.
That eve-that eve-I should remember well,
The sun-ray dropped in Lemnos with a spell
On th' arabesque carving of a gilded hall
Wherein I sat, and on the draperied wall,
And on my eyelids.-Oh, the heavy light,
How drowsily it weighed them into night!
On flowers, before, and mist, and love they ran

With Persian Saadi in his Gulistan :

But, oh, that light!—I slumbered. Death the while

Stole o'er my senses in that lovely isle,

So softly that no single silken hair

Awoke that slept, or knew that he was there.

The last spot of earth's orb I trod upon
Was a proud temple called the Parthenon:*
More beauty clung around her columned wall
Than ev'n thy glowing bosom beats withal.t
And when old Time my wing did disenthral,
Thence sprang I, as the eagle from his tower,
And years I left behind me in an hour.

* It was entire in 1687, the most elevated spot in Athens. ↑ "Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows

Than have the white breasts of the queen of love."

MARLOWE.

What time upon her airy bounds I hung,
One half the garden of her globe was flung.
Unrolling as a chart unto my view-
Tenantless cities of the desert too.
Ianthe, beauty crowded on me then,
And half I wished to be again of men."

"My Angelo! and why of them to be?
A brighter dwelling place is here for thee:
And greener fields than in yon world above,
And woman's loveliness, and passionate love."

“But list, Ianthe! when the air so soft
Failed, as my pennoned * spirit leapt aloft,
Perhaps my brain grew dizzy; but the world
I left so late was into chaos hurled,

Sprang from her station, on the winds apart,
And rolled, a flame, the fiery heaven athwart.
Methought, my sweet one, then I ceased to soar,
And fell, not swiftly as I rose before,

But with a downward tremulous motion, through,
Like brazen rays, this golden star unto!
Nor long the measure of my falling hours,
For nearest of all stars was thine to ours.
Dread star! that came, amid a night of mirth,

A red Dædalion on the timid earth."