If from the Sun’s dominions,
      Look’d not Love’s laughing eye;
    Then Sun and Moon and Stars would be
    Alike, without one smile for me! 
      But, oh, wherever Nature lives
        Below, around, above—­
      Her happy eye the mirror gives
        To thy glad beauty, Love!

    Love sighs through brooklets silver-clear,
      Love bids their murmur woo the vale;
    Listen, O list!  Love’s soul ye hear
      In his own earnest nightingale. 
    No sound from Nature ever stirs,
    But Love’s sweet voice is heard with hers! 
    Bold Wisdom, with her sunlit eye,
    Retreats when love comes whispering by—­
      For Wisdom’s weak to love! 
    To victor stern or monarch proud,
    Imperial Wisdom never bow’d
      The knee she bows to Love! 
    Who through the steep and starry sky,
    Goes onward to the gods on high,
      Before thee, hero-brave? 
    Who halves for thee the land of Heaven;
    Who shows thy heart, Elysium, given
      Through the flame-rended Grave? 
    Below, if we were blind to Love,
    Say, should we soar o’er Death, above? 
    Would the weak soul, did Love forsake her,
    E’er gain the wing to seek the Maker? 
    Love, only Love, can guide the creature
    Up to the Father-fount of Nature;
    What were the soul did Love forsake her? 
    Love guides the Mortal to the Maker!

Blessed through love are the Gods above—­
Through love like a God may man be: 
Heavenlier through love is the heaven above,
Through love like a heaven earth can be!

[14] “The World was sad, the garden was a wild,
And Man, the Hermit, sigh’d—­till Woman smiled.” 
CAMPBELL.

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FANTASIE TO LAURA.

What, Laura, say, the vortex that can draw
Body to body in its strong control;
Beloved Laura, what the charmed law
That to the soul attracting plucks the soul? 
It is the charm that rolls the stars on high,
For ever round the sun’s majestic blaze—­
When, gay as children round their parent, fly
Their circling dances in delighted maze. 
Still, every star that glides its gladsome course,
Thirstily drinks the luminous golden rain;
Drinks the fresh vigour from the fiery source,
As limbs imbibe life’s motion from the brain;
With sunny motes, the sunny motes united
Harmonious lustre both receive and give,
Love spheres with spheres still interchange delighted,
Only through love the starry systems live. 
Take love from Nature’s universe of wonder,
Each jarring each, rushes the mighty All. 
See, back to Chaos shock’d, Creation thunder;
Weep, starry Newton—­weep the giant fall! 
Take from the spiritual scheme that Power away,
And the still’d body shrinks to Death’s abode. 
Never—­love not—­would