In many ways doth the full heart reveal
The presence of the love it would conceal;
But in far more th' estranged heart lets know
The absence of the love, which yet it fain would show.

ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame,

All are but ministers of Love,

And feed his sacred flame.

HYMN

Before sunrise in the Vale of Chamouni

AWAKE, my soul! not only passive praise
Thou owest! not alone these swelling tears,
Mute thanks and secret ecstasy! Awake,

Voice of sweet song! Awake, my Heart, awake!
Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.

Rise, O ever rise,

Rise like a cloud of incense, from the Earth!
Thou kingly Spirit throned among the hills,
Thou dread ambassador from Earth to Heaven,
Great hierarch! tell thou the silent sky,
And tell the stars, and tell yon rising sun,

Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God.

I KNOW a grove

Of large extent, hard by a castle huge,
Which the great lord inhabits not; and so
This grove
is wild with tangling underwood,
And the trim walks are broken up, and grass,
Thin grass and king-cups grow within the paths.
But never elsewhere in one place I knew
So many nightingales; and far and near,
In wood and thicket, over the wide grove,
They answer and provoke each other's song,
With skirmish and capricious passagings,

And murmurs musical and swift jug jug,

And one low piping sound more sweet than all— Stirring the air with such a harmony,

That should you close your eyes, you might almost Forget it was not day!

SHE wept with pity and delight,

She blush'd with love, and virgin shame;
And like the murmur of a dream,

I heard her breathe my name.'

Her bosom heaved-she stepp'd aside,
As conscious of my look she stept-
Then suddenly, with timorous eye
She fled to me and wept.

She half enclosed me with her arms,
She press'd me with a meek embrace;
And bending back her head, look'd up,
And gazed upon my face.

'Twas partly love, and partly fear,
And partly 'twas a bashful art,
That I might rather feel, than see,
The swelling of her heart.

I calm'd her fears, and she was calm,
And told her love with virgin pride;
And so I won my Genevieve,

My bright and beauteous Bride.

From Love.