《Impartiality》 - 免费有声读物

TO ONE IN PARADISE

               Thou wast all that to me, love,
                 For which my soul did pine—
               A green isle in the sea, love,
                 A fountain and a shrine
               All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
                 And all the flowers were mine.

               Ah, dream too bright to last!
                 Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
               But to be overcast!
                 A voice from out the Future cries,
               "On! on!"—but o'er the Past
                 (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
               Mute, motionless, aghast!

               For, alas! alas! with me
                 The light of Life is o'er!
               "No more—no more—no more—"
                 (Such language holds the solemn sea
               To the sands upon the shore)
                 Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
               Or the stricken eagle soar!

               And all my days are trances,
                 And all my nightly dreams
               Are where thy grey eye glances,
                 And where thy footstep gleams—
               In what ethereal dances,
                 By what eternal streams.