Good night! from music’s softest s… Go to thy dreams: and in thy slumb… Fairies, with magic harp and shell… Sing o’er to thee thy own sweet nu… Good night! from hope’s intense de…

I stand where thou hast stood, and… Each look, each word, each gesture… That marked thy speech, or lighten… And memory makes them o’er and o’e… I dream I hear thy voice—I start,…

Let us stay here: nor ever more de… From this sweet wilderness Nature… Have made, not for light wandering… Through their fair chaos half one… But for th’ abiding place of those…

Many a league of salt sea rolls Between us, yet I think our souls… Dear friend, are still as closely… As when we wandered side by side, Some seven years gone, in that fai…

Two things remain unalter’d in thi… Tho’ since I came here forty year… The smiling loveliness of Nature’… And the fine spirit of kindly, cou… That still presides here as it did…

Never, oh never more! shall I beh… Thy form so fair; Or loosen from its braids the ripp… Of thy long hair. Never, oh never more! shall I be…

’Twas a fit hour for parting, For athwart the leaden sky The heavy clouds came gathering And sailing gloomily: The earth was drunk with heaven’s…

As o’er the chasm I breathless hu… Thus from the depths the siren sun… “Down, down into the womb Of earth, the daylight’s tomb, Where the sun’s eyes

If from the height of that celesti… Where now thou dwell’st, spirit po… Thou yet canst love the race that… How must thou joy, with pleasure n… For thy exalted state, to know how…

Though thou return unto the former… Fields, woods, and gardens, where… In other days, and not a bough, br… Of tree, or meadow, but the same a… As when thou lovedst them in forme…

The blossoms hang again upon the t… As when with their sweet breath th… Against my casement, on that sunny… When thou, first blossom of my spr… And as I lay, panting from the fi…

Oh that I were a fairy sprite, to… In forest paths, o’erarched with o… Where the sun’s yellow light, in s… Sleeps on the dewy moss: what time… Of early morn stirs the white hawt…

My feet shall tread no more thy mo… When once they turn away, thou Pl… Nor ever more, reflected in thy ti… Will shine the eyes of the White… But often in my dreams, when I am…

SUGGESTED BY SIR THO… Not in our dreams, not even in our… Not in our dreams, not even in our… May we return to that sweet land o… That home of hope, of innocence, a…

Once more, once more into the sunn… Oh, let me stray! And drink the joy that young exist… On a bright, cloudless day. Once more let me behold the summer…