How Clear She Shines.

How clear she shines! How quietly     I lie beneath her guardian light;     While heaven and earth are whispering me,     "To morrow, wake, but dream to-night."     Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!     These throbbing temples softly kiss;     And bend my lonely couch above,     And bring me rest, and bring me bliss.     The world is going; dark world, adieu!     Grim world, conceal thee till the day;     The heart thou canst not all subdue     Must still resist, if thou delay!     Thy love I will not, will not share;     Thy hatred only wakes a smile;     Thy griefs may wound, thy wrongs may tear,     But, oh, thy lies shall ne'er beguile!     While gazing on the stars that glow     Above me, in that stormless sea,     I long to hope that all the woe     Creation knows, is held in thee!     And this shall be my dream to-night;     I'll think the heaven of glorious spheres     Is rolling on its course of light     In endless bliss, through endless years;     I'll think, there's not one world above,     Far as these straining eyes can see,     Where Wisdom ever laughed at Love,     Or Virtue crouched to Infamy;     Where, writhing 'neath the strokes of Fate,     The mangled wretch was forced to smile;     To match his patience 'gainst her hate,     His heart rebellious all the while.     Where Pleasure still will lead to wrong,     And helpless Reason warn in vain;     And Truth is weak, and Treachery strong;     And Joy the surest path to Pain;     And Peace, the lethargy of Grief;     And Hope, a phantom of the soul;     And life, a labour, void and brief;     And Death, the despot of the whole!