No More Learning

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Late it is to look so proud,
Daisy queen! come is the gloom
Of the winter-burdened cloud! --
"But, in winter, most I bloom! "

Star of even! sunk the sun!
Lost for e'er the ruddy line;
And the earth is veiled in dun,--
"Nay, in darkness, best I shine! "

O, my soul! art 'bove alarm,
Quaffing thus the cup of gall--
Canst thou face the grave with calm? --
"Yes, the Christians smile at all. "





THE EXILE'S DESIRE.

_("Si je pouvais voir, O patrie! ")_

[Bk. III. xxxvii. ]


Would I could see you, native land,
Where lilacs and the almond stand
Behind fields flowering to the strand--
But no!
Can I--oh, father, mother, crave
Another final blessing save
To rest my head upon your grave? --
But no!

In the one pit where ye repose,
Would I could tell of France's woes,
My brethren, who fell facing foes--
But no!

Would I had--oh, my dove of light,
After whose flight came ceaseless night,
One plume to clasp so purely white. --
But no!

Far from ye all--oh, dead, bewailed!
The fog-bell deafens me empaled
Upon this rock--I feel enjailed--
Though free.

Like one who watches at the gate
Lest some shall 'scape the doomed strait.
I watch! the tyrant, howe'er late,
Must fall!





THE REFUGEE'S HAVEN.

_("Vous voila dans la froide Angleterre. ")_

[Bk. III. xlvii. , Jersey, Sept.