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Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke-stack Butting through the Channel in the mad March days
With a cargo of Tyne coal,
Road rails, pig-lead,
The Old Ships
I HAVE seen old ships sail like swans asleep
But I have seen
that talkative seaman] Ulysses,
And with great lies about his wooden horse
It was so old a ship--who knows, who knows?
- And yet so beautiful, I watch'd in vain To see the mast burst open with a rose, And the whole deck put on its leaves again.
RARELY, rarely, comest thou,
Spirit of Delight!
Many a day and night?
How shall ever one like me
Win thee back again ? With the joyous and the free
Thou wilt scoff at pain. Spirit false ! thou hast forgot
All but those who need thee not.
As a lizard with the shade
Of a trembling leaf,
Even the sighs of grief
Let me set my mournful ditty
To a merry measure ;
Thou wilt come for pleasure ;
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of Delight!
And the starry night;
I love snow, and all the forms
Of the radiant frost;
I love waves, and winds, and storms,
I love tranquil solitude,
And such society
Between thee and me
I love Love-though he has wings,
And like light can flee,
Spirit, I love thee-
I Pant for the music which is divine,
My heart in its thirst is a dying flower ; Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine,
Loosen the notes in a silver shower ; Like a herbless plain, for the gentle rain, I gasp, I faint, till they wake again.
Let me drink of the spirit of that sweet sound,
More, oh more, I am thirsting yet ;
Upon my heart to stifle it;
The dissolving strain, through every vein,
Ode to the West Wind
O Wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low,
until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere ;
Thou on whose stream, mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean,
Angels of rain and lightning : there are spread