1826.1] Lament on the Death of Carl Maria Von Weber. 
_A key. to ever portal, .of the.mind, 
Spe “Is lifeless as. the lyre it swept ; 
We =f Ri eye th t sought the sun is blind— 
.__, That. saw the heart of Midnight cold and bare, 
1 aides _Panting in itslonely lair, 
Peon __And ‘challenged Fear to lift a single hair. 
ie 4 ore Lian Alb things obeyed:his touch ; fury and love, 
ialupiste: q > maps reyelny, and terror, were his themes ; 
4 oo) |) And melodies;:that haunt:the purple dreams 
sean {liv Which heaven’s bright fairies weave above, 
smvid « »¢° For poets’ hearts and maidens’ wandering eyes— 
adi tle 9 » Werevhis,-andtaught him their aerial’ ivaine. 
varie» 0%) -Then-came the huntsman-clouds} the breathless moon, 
dye e - Like-a white'stag, across. the skies 
haloes » Seemed coursed by stretching shadows—mid the cries 
» Of winds; and torrent tongues, and quaking seas, 
598-19 Yet when the thin-and countless train 
707 Of elf and fairy tripped again, & 
oso...» Each in its own dew-mirror gazing 
‘un4 ©) > Andsthe-steeps were lightly relsing 
yfaohin: As impatient to be seen, 
oes woos o:Albtheir:plumes of gushing green,—' 
; He could discourse in notes most sweet 
Faster than the fairies’-feet: " 
And every tone awoke in light— 
For-genius can out-star the night, 
But now the wizard horn 
That called all fearful forms fear blk and gions 
In sympathy or scora— ot 
Falling gently on the flowers, rat ; 
Like the noise of summer. showers— ; 
That echoed in the tangled paths ofmen, : 
Or above the festal board Dorks aftr V9 
Gave the sound of wine out-pour’d,— |» pol 
Is as an empty scabbard, or ailamp kot 
Whose fiame hath felt the midnight damp ; 
And he that was the Huatsman- Lord, 
And led the Shapes and Voices far and fast, 
Transitory more than they, 
Hath amid his glory passed 
Like a still shade away ! ! 
Yet shall a deep and spvitepeaking t tone 
(Fit echo of his own !) 
Wander from heart to heart along; 
Where’er a heart-string canbe shook Bish sopg—. 
Where one unchilled emotion. tells. WT 5: 
- Of music and its soul-heard miracless 2! bos so 10 
Curled in our-minds his full enchantment lies, 3 Mik ata 
As shells retain their ocean, symphonies: 9:1) js) = bo A 
And often, when, the voice of some bright) hada b s‘qqorl 
Faint with its unnumbered fears—'. . esa tngila ad}oial 
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+ pape gifted hand,.thatkept .. . : ok le: 
Menaeed ‘by reeling rocks, and spires, and torn-up trees. © 
Or fiend-wind, spoaning i n the le year's eatin: 
1é thick forest shal be heer wt ab 
, Men will pronounce hi8 na’ ie, 
The necro Le etch -oulaN ROR VAHL” 
Whilst his own music must reve ; 
His brief yet burning course, and Be’ we 
Of his high hope the fichest history. 
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