FROM that dejected brow in silence beaming A light it seems too feeble to retain, A sad calm tearful light through vapours gleaming, Slowly thou sinkest on the Aegean main; To me an image, in thy placid seeming Of some fair mourner who will not complain; Of one whose cheek is pale, whose eyes are streaming, Whose sighs are heaved unheard,-not heaved in vain. And yet what power is thine I as thou dost sink, Down sliding slow along that azure hollow, The great collected Deep thy course doth follow, Amorous the last of those faint smiles to drink; And all his lifted fleets in thee obey The symbol of an unpresuming sway! |