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The New Monthly Magazine, Volume 48, Pages 20 to 25
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SUBJECTS FOR PICTURES.
BY L. E. L.
I. Calypso watching the Ocean.
Years, years have pass'd away,
Since to yonder fated bay
Did the Hero come.
Years, years, have pass'd the while
Since he left the lovely isle
For his Grecian home.
He is with the dead—but She
Weepeth on eternally
In the lone and lovely island
Mid the far off southern seas.
Downwards floateth her bright hair,
Fair—how exquisitely fair!
But it is unbound.
Never since that parting hour
Golden band or rosy flower
In it has been wound;
There it droopeth sadly bright,
In the morning's sunny light,
On the lone and lovely island
In the far off southern seas.
Like a marble statue placed,
Looking o'er the watery waste,
With its white fixed gaze;
There the Goddess sits, her eye
Raised to the unpitying sky:
So uncounted days
Has she asked of yonder main,
Him it will not bring again
To the lone and lovely island
In the far off southern seas.
To that stately brow is given,
Loveliness that sprung from heaven—
Is, like heaven, bright:
Never there may time prevail,
But her perfect face is pale;
And a troubled light
Tells of one who may not die,
Vex'd with immortality
In the lone and lovely island
Mid the far off southern seas.
Desolate beside that strand,
Bow'd upon her cold, white hand,
Is her radiant head;
Silently she sitteth there,
While her large eyes on the air
Traced the much-loved dead:
Eyes that know not tears nor sleep,
Would she not be glad to weep,
In the lone and lovely island
Mid the far off southern seas.
