How fast the flitting figures come!The mild, the fierce, the stony face;Some bright with thoughtless smiles, and someWhere secret tears have left their trace.

Thou blossom bright with autumn dew,And colored with the heaven's own blue. . . .

The sounds I had heard seemed worthy to mingle with this bright and perfumed atmosphere, and to thrill the beautiful scenery around me.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.

And she hath smiles to earth unknown-- Smiles that with motion of their own Do spread, and sink, and rise.

You have seen Sunshine and rain at once--her smiles and tears Were like, a better way: those happy smilets That played on her ripe lip seemed not to know What guests were in her eyes, which parted thence As pearls from diamonds dropped.