In memoriam

HAYDN’S DICTIONARY OF DATES, and UNIVERSAL REFERENCE, relating to all Ages and Nations; comprehending every Remarkable Occurrence, Ancient and Modern--the Foundation, Laws, and...

Or doth she only seem to take The touch of change in calm or storm; But knows no more of transient form In her deep self, than some dead lake

Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow.

Thy blood, my friend, and partly mine; For now the day was drawing on, When thou should’st link thy life with one Of mine own house, and boys of thine

And which, tho’ veil’d, was known to me, The shape of him I loved, and love For ever: then flew in a dove And brought a summons from the sea:

Dear friend, far off, my lost desire, So far, so near in woe and weal; O, loved the most when most I feel There is a lower and a higher;