The Infinite.

"Approaching now the end of his abode         On earth, Consalvo lay; complaining once,         Of his hard fate, but now quite reconciled,"

"O Sylvia, dost thou remember still         That period of thy mortal life,         When beauty so bewildering         Shone in thy laughing"

"Most sweet, most powerful,         Controller of my inmost soul;         The terrible, yet precious gift         Of heaven, companion kind"

"Nor wilt thou rest forever, weary heart.         The last illusion is destroyed,         That I eternal thought. Destroyed!         I feel"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"