Heartâ€”heart be still,
Â Â Thy fond aspirings cease,
Thy cup of misery soon shall fillâ€”
Â Â So be at peace.
Life! fleeting life!
Â Â Thy sunniest hours are past,
Why seek thee to prolong the darkâ€™ning strife
Â Â With it to last.
Bring me my lyre,
Â Â I yet may sweep its strings,
â€™Twill aid the visions that lifeâ€™s flickering fire
Â Â In rapture brings.
Earth! sea! and sky!
Â Â I see thy hallowed spotsâ€”
My soul, even now, is treading daringly
Â Â Where beauty floats.
Round sunny hillâ€”
Â Â Now in the leafy grove,
Where birds make music that the soul doth fill
Â Â With thoughts of love.
And thou, dread sea!
Â Â My youthful days return,
Pictured in vision, in my soul, I see
Â Â Thee, and do mourn:
That I may neâ€™er
Â Â Again lie on thy breast,
Pillow my cheek upon thy waves, nor eâ€™er
Â Â Break thy foam crest.
God of the skyâ€”
Â Â How oft at eventide,
When thou to rest were sinking gloriously,
Â Â Have I beside
Some ruin gray,
Knelt down and worshipped thee!