truly, very piteous is her lot — 15 Chain’d to a log within a narrow spot,
Where the close-eaten grass is scarcely seen,
While sweet around her waves the tempting green!
Poor Ass! thy master should have learnt to show
Pity — best taught by fellowship of Woe! 20
For much I fear me that He lives like thee,
Half famish’d in a land of Luxury!
How askingly its footsteps hither bend?
It seems to say, ‘And have I then one friend?’
Innocent foal! thou poor despis’d forlorn! 25
I hail thee Brother — spite of the fool’s scorn!
And fain would take thee with me, in the Dell
Of Peace and mild Equality to dwell,
Where Toil shall call the charmer Health his bride,
And Laughter tickle Plenty’s ribless side! 30
How thou wouldst toss thy heels in gamesome play,
And frisk about, as lamb or kitten gay!
Yea! and more musically sweet to me
Thy dissonant harsh bray of joy would be,
Than warbled melodies that soothe to rest 35
The aching of pale Fashion’s vacant breast!
LINES ON A FRIEND WHO DIED OF A FRENZY FEVER INDUCED BY CALUMNIOUS REPORTS
Edmund! thy grave with aching eye I scan,
And inly groan for Heaven’s poor outcast — Man!
‘Tis tempest all or gloom: in early youth
If gifted with th’ Ithuriel lance of Truth
We force to start amid her feign’d caress 5
Vice, siren-hag! in native ugliness;
A Brother’s fate will haply rouse the tear,
And on we go in heaviness and fear!
But if our fond hearts call to Pleasure’s bower
Some pigmy Folly in a careless hour, 10
The faithless guest shall stamp the enchanted ground,
And mingled forms of Misery rise around:
Heart-fretting Fear, with pallid look aghast,
That courts the future woe to hide the past;
Remorse, the poison’d arrow in his side, 15
And loud lewd Mirth, to Anguish close allied:
Till Frenzy, fierce-eyed child of moping Pain,
Darts her hot lightning-flash athwart the brain.
Rest, injur’d shade! Shall Slander squatting near
Spit her cold venom in a dead man’s ear? 20
‘Twas thine to feel the sympathetic glow
In Merit’s joy, and Poverty’s meek woe;
Thine all, that cheer the moment as it flies,
The zoneless Cares, and smiling Courtesies.
Nurs’d in thy heart the firmer Virtues grew, 25
And in thy heart they wither’d! Such chill dew
Wan Indolence on each young blossom shed;
And Vanity her filmy network spread,
With eye that roll’d around in asking gaze,
And tongue that traffick’d in the trade of praise. 30
Thy follies such! the hard world mark’d them well!
Were they more wise, the Proud who never fell?
Rest, injur’d shade! the poor man’s grateful prayer
On heavenward wing thy wounded soul shall bear.
As oft at twilight gloom thy grave I pass, 35
And sit me down upon its recent grass,
With introverted eye I contemplate
Similitude of soul, perhaps of — Fate!
To me hath Heaven with bounteous hand assign’d
Energic Reason and a shaping mind, 40
The daring ken of Truth, the Patriot’s part,
And Pity’s sigh, that breathes the gentle heart —
Sloth-jaundic’d all! and from my graspless hand
Drop Friendship’s precious pearls, like hour-glass sand.
I weep, yet stoop not! the faint anguish flows, 45
A dreamy pang in Morning’s feverous doze.
Is this piled earth our Being’s passless mound?
Tell me, cold grave! is Death with poppies crown’d?
Tired Sentinel! mid fitful starts I nod,
And fain would sleep, though pillowed on a clod! 50
TO A FRIEND
CHARLES LAMB TOGETHER WITH AN UNFINISHED POEM
Thus far my scanty brain hath built the rhyme
Elaborate and swelling: yet the heart
Not owns it. From thy spirit-breathing powers
I ask not now, my friend! the aiding verse,
Tedious to thee, and from thy anxious thought 5
Of dissonant mood. In fancy (well I know)
From business wandering far and local cares,
Thou creepest round a dear-lov’d Sister’s bed
With noiseless step, and watchest the faint look,
Soothing each pang with fond solicitude, 10
And tenderest tones medicinal of love.
I too a Sister had, an only Sister —
She
