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The Eve Of Waterloo Darkness Prometheus She walks in Beauty And Thou art Dead, as Young and Fair The Glove Phantasy - To Laura Rapture - To Laura The Secret Of the Lady Pietra degli Scrovigni My lady carries love within her eyes Death, always cruel Of Beauty and Duty To Luna To the Distant One The Fisherman The Castle on the Mountain The Raven The Lake Alone A Dream Within a Dream On His Blindness On His Deceased Wife To the Lady Margaret Ley Light |
Friedrich Schiller - Rapture - To LauraFrom earth I seem to wing my flight, And sun myself in Heaven's pure light, When thy sweet gaze meets mine I dream I quaff ethereal dew, When mine own form I mirror'd view In those blue eyes divine! Blest notes from Paradise afar, Or strains from some benignant star Enchant my ravish'd ear; My Muse feels then the shepherd's hour When silv'ry tones of magic power Escape those lips so dear! Young Loves around thee fan their wings - Behind, the madden'd fir-tree springs, As when by Orpheus fir'd; The poles whirl round with swifter motion, When in the dance, like waves o'er Ocean, Thy footsteps float untir'd! Thy look, if it but beam with love, Could make the lifeless marble move, And hearts in rocks enshrine; My visions to reality Will turn, if, Laura, in thine eye I read - that thou art mine! |
