The Ocean

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. THE TRAVELLER'S TALE. The deep-toned bell announced the midnight hour, Fatigued and pensive as my couch I sought, To prove Sleep's grateful and balsamic power, And lull awhile the turbulence of thought; When through the casement beamed the placid Moon, That full-orbed, lit the azure...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. THE TRAVELLER'S TALE. The deep-toned bell announced the midnight hour, Fatigued and pensive as my couch I sought, To prove Sleep's grateful and balsamic power, And lull awhile the turbulence of thought; When through the casement beamed the placid Moon, That full-orbed, lit the azure vault of heaven; Yielding the silent earth a lovelier noon Than the bright Regent of the Day had given. Entranced in thought, I stood and looked abroad: A spacious square confined the view below, Which restless mortals now no longer trode; Above, the heavenly concave seemed to glow, As if immortals had the scene prepared, Some great and joyous festival to grace; To celebrate creation's pillars reared, Or the redemption of the human race. Methought angelic myriads thronged the sky, On which I gazed in contemplation sweet; And then I longed from earth, at once, to fly, Among those blessed groups again to greet Those loved-ones who had wove my web of bliss. And strown life's rugged path with fairest flowers; Who, though in every human haunt I miss, Are saints in light in heaven's eternal bowers. A distant shriek dispelled my reverie, A transient cloud obscured the conscious moon; Upon the scene below I cast my eye, And learnt the secret of that sound full soon. Before a stately dome, within the square, A splendid chariot stood, ethereal blue, Bedecked with stars of gold and crescents fair, Such as the brilliant heavens at midnight shew. By milk-white courseis was the chariot drawn, Of fairest form, for eagle fleetness framed; Such as earth's monarchs had been proud to own, But such as to their curbs were never tamed. Seraphic minstrels, robed in spotless white, With smiles ineffable their harps prepa...