Fleeting sun-beam, wandering here.
Only to prove that heaven is near.
Take away from me those eyes of light,
So blue, so beautiful, so bright;
...
Thou careless dweller in a world of care—
Young liclpless wanderer in a clime of- storms,
Playful inheritor of grief!— a year
O'er thy unconscious head, with silent flight,
...
A candidate came to the west country.
That land of the bold independent and free,
And he stop'd at a borough town.
He'd a twist in his nose, and a squint in each eye,
...
Stranger, thou goest—fare- thee well ;
The morn's grey light is on the plain.
The dew-drop gems the heather-bell,
No longer here must thou remain.
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Yes, I could look upon thee.
With heart too full of love :
Yet O, my eye must shun thee,
My fancy from thee rove.
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Our Cedar bark's white woven wing
We spread—adieu Bermudas' daughters f
On the white foam she's hovering,
Like sea-bird on the restless waters.
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—There is a nameless dread, or rather doubt,
Perhaps a mingling of them both, which falls
Like passing cloud upon the lonely heart,
Which hails the stranger—wheresoe'er he dwells.
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When the lark is at rest, in her grass-woven nest,
And the lapwing at even is seeking her home ;
When the last light of day is just dying away,
And the ring-plover's sleeping among the green broom,
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Go, get thee gone ! tis not the summei' coming,
But my first fire, the winter's harbinger,
Which from thy crevice warm has sent thee roaming
On the chill air thy little wing to stir.
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