XVIII. THE HUMAN SEASONS. FOUR Seasons fill the measure of the year; Spring's honey'd cud of youthful thought he loves To ruminate, and by such dreaming high Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook. XIX. ON A PICTURE OF LEANDER. COME hither, all sweet maidens soberly, Untouch'd, a victim of your beauty bright, XX. TO AILSA ROCK. HEARKEN, thou craggy ocean pyramid ! Give answer from thy voice, the sea-fowl's screams! When were thy shoulders mantled in huge streams! When, from the sun, was thy broad forehead hid? How long is't since the mighty power bid Thee heave to airy sleep from fathom dreams? Sleep in the lap of thunder or sun-beams, Or when gray clouds are thy cold cover-lid? Thou answer'st not, for thou art dead asleep! Thy life is but two dead eternities The last in air, the former in the deep; First with the whales, last with the eagle skies Drown'd wast thou till an earthquake made thee steep, Another cannot wake thy giant size. XXI. ON SEEING THE ELGIN MARBLES. My spirit is too weak; mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, XXII. TO HAYDON. (WITH THE PRECEDING SONNET.) HAYDON! forgive me that I cannot speak Forgive me, that I have not eagle's wings, thine; Whose else? In this who touch thy vesture's hem? For, when men stared at what was most divine |