Love's First Hope

O Fair is Love’s first hope to gentle mind! As Eve’s first star thro’ fleecy cloudlet peeping; And sweeter than the gentle south-west wind, O’er willowy meads, and shadow’d waters creeping, And Ceres’ golden fields;--the sultry hind Meets it with brow uplift, and stays his reaping.

?1824.

PHANTOM

All look and likeness caught from earth, All accident of kin and birth, Had pass’d away. There was no trace Of aught on that illumined face, Upraised beneath the rifted stone, But of one spirit all her own;-- She, she herself, and only she, Shone through her body visibly.

1804.