Sleep, Baby mine-To-morrow I must leave thee, And I would snatch an interval of rest ;

Sleep these last moments, ere the laws bereave thee,

For never more thou'lt press a mother's breast.

POEMS,

WRITTEN DURING, OR SHORTLY AFTER, THE PUBLICATION

OF

CLIFTON GROVE.

ODE,

ADDRESSED TO H. FUSELI, ESQ. R. A.

On seeing Engravings from his Designs.

MIGHTY Magician! who on Torneo's brow, When sullen tempests wrap the throne of night, Art wont to sit and catch the gleam of light That shoots athwart the gloom opaque below; And listen to the distant death-shriek long

From lonely mariner foundering in the deep,
Which rises slowly up the rocky steep,
While the weird sisters weave the horrid song:
Or when along the liquid sky

Serenely chaunt the orbs on high,
Dost love to sit in musing trance

And mark the northern meteor's dance,

(While far below the fitful oar

Flings its faint pauses on the steepy shore.)

And list the music of the breeze,

And often bears with sudden swell

The shipwreck'd sailor's funeral knell,

By the spirits sung who keep

Their night watch on the treacherous deep,

And guide the wakeful Helms-man's eye
To Helice in northern sky;

And there upon the rock inclin'd

With mighty visions fill'st the mind,

Such as bound in magic spell

Him* who grasp'd the gates of Hell, And bursting Pluto's dark domain

Held to the day the Terrors of his reign.

Genius of Horror and romantic awe,

Whose eye explores the secrets of the deep, Whose power can bid the rebel fluids creep, Can force the inmost soul to own its law; Who shall now, sublimest spirit, Who shall now thy wand inherit, From him† thy darling child who best Thy shuddering images exprest? Sullen of soul and stern and proud, His gloomy spirit spurn'd the croud, And now he lays his aching head

In the dark mansion of the silent dead.

Mighty Magician! long thy wand has lain
Buried beneath the unfathomable deep;
And oh for ever must its efforts sleep,
May none the mystic sceptre e'er regain?
Oh yes, 'tis his!Thy other son!
He throws thy dark-wrought Tunic on,