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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), February 1835, Edition 1 of 1, Page 91, Untitled Article

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      TO ALPHONSE DE LAMARTINE . Nor step , nor speech of human thing is near ; But many-winged creatures , round me flying , Make the incessant airs one voice appear From Being ' s infinite heart 1 Upon the dying Trunk of this mossy fruit-tree , old and sere ,

      And half-uprooted , toward the green slope lying , Will I recline ; and fold me in a trance Of meditation with the hard of France . Away ! thou art too wild for this calm dell ; Anon , I'll ponder with thee by the foam ; A bridal music not a burial knell

      Must echo here : within this leafy dome Soft-gushing melodies high o ' er me swell From two enamour'd birds , to shadow come To bless each other with a summer song , Whilst yet the earth is green and daylight long . O , god Apollo ! there be million pleasures

      Which thine eternal lyre can ne ' er express , That warble in these winged poets' measures , Full flowing from their little hearts' excess ! I know not what may be the rhymed treasures That have been lost in old Time ' s wilderness :

      But well I weet that never human lips Breath'd love to love with sweeter soul-eclipse !

      They chant , till their own exquisite melodies Entrance them into silence , and they flit Mutely among the leaves : the gleaming flies , Whose wings are rainbows , as with ether lit , Around me wheel with stirring harmonies That ne ' er from dawn to twilight intermit ; And deep in yon green cave a veiled stream Murmurs like thoughtB of Heaven in a dream .

      Alphonse de Lamartine ! Come hither , hither—Furling thy sullen spirit ' s eagle pinion , As mine is furl'd ; and let us weave together A sunny song of panting Love ' s dominion Over the universe ! let us wear ether Unclouded in our hearts , leaving the minion Of common life to strive with common sorrow , And with our lyres assert the joy of Heaven ' s morrow !

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    • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Feb. 2, 1835, page 91, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2642/page/11/