Will the day be bright or cloudy?
Shall earth no more inspire thee?
The blue bell is the sweetest flower
I know not how it falls on me
What use is it to slumber here?
Start not upon the minster wall
How loud the storm sounds
Mild the mist upon the hill
In the earth, the earth thou shalt be laid
It is too late to call thee now
'Tis moonlight summer moonlight
If grief for grief can touch thee
Fair sinks the summer evening
I am the only being whose doom
A little while a little while
Yes holy be thy resting place
Weaned from life and torn away
Harp of wild and dream like strain
Redbreast early in the morning
When days of beauty deck the earth
O dream, where art thou now?
Long neglect has worn away
Sleep brings no joy to me
And like myself lone wholly lone
The night was dark yet winter breathed
The starry night shall tidings bring
Through the hours of yesternight
The night is darkening round me
Sleep not dream not this bright day
The battle had passed from the height
Written on returning to the P. of I. on the 10th of January 1827
The wide cathedral aisles are lone
From our evening fireside now.
How long will you remain?
Song by J. Brenzaida to G.s.
None of my kindred now can tell
A thousand sounds of happiness
Why do I hate that lone green dell?
From a dungeon wall in the southern college
M.A. written on the dungeon wall
O mother I am not regretting
Now trust a heart that trusts you
The organ swells the trumpets sound
A sudden chasm of ghastly light
Companions, all day long we've stood
The inspiring music's thrilling sound
And first an hour of mournful musing
Awaking morning laughs from heaven
The old church tower and garden wall
Alone I sat the summer day