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Literary Gazette, 30th November, 1822, Pages 761
ORIGINAL POETRY.
FRAGMENTS IN RHYME.
V.—The Happy Isle.
There was a light upon the stream,
Just one pale and silent beam
From the moon's departing car,
From the setting morning star,
Like Hope asking timidly
Whether it must live or die;
But that twilight pause is past,
Crimson hues are colouring fast,
All the eastern clouds that fly,
Banners spread triumphantly.
The moon is but a speck of white,
The sun has looked away her light;
Farewell, Night, thy shadowy gleams,
Dewy flowers, gentle dreams!
Be thy starry pinions furled,
Day has blushed upon the world.
Never day-beam hath shone o'er
Lovelier or wilder shore!
Half was land, and half was sea
Where the eye could only see
The blue sky for boundary.
From the green woods sounds are ringing,
For the wakened birds are singing
To the blossoms where they slept,
Thanks for the sweet watch they kept.
Here stand tall and stately trees;
Others, that the slightest breeze
Bows to earth, and from their bloom
Shakes and rifles the perfume:
Like woman, feeble but to bless,
Sweetest in weak loveliness!
Music is upon the air,
Azure wings are waving there;
Music is on yonder hill,
A low song from its bright rill,
Where the water lilies float,
And the Indian Cupid's boat,
The red lotus; while above
