Page:Felicia Hemans in The Literary Souvenir 1827.pdf/14



I. sea-bird's wing, o'er ocean's breast, Shoots like a glancing star, While the red radiance of the west Spreads kindling fast and far; And yet that splendour wins thee not,— Thy still and thoughtful eye Dwells but on one dark, distant spot Of all the main and sky.

II. Look round thee!—o'er the slumbering deep A solemn glory broods; A fire hath touched the beacon-steep, And all the golden woods: A thousand gorgeous clouds on high Burn with the amber light;— What spell, from that rich pageantry, Chains down thy gazing sight?