Yes, in their rippling verse,
For all our toil, they have not falsely sung
Who said there still was rest beyond our dreams.”
TO BAYARD TAYLOR.
WITH A COPY OF THE ILIAD.
Bayard, awaken not this music strong,
While round thy home the indolent sweet breeze
Floats lightly as the summer breath of seas
O’er which Ulysses heard the Sirens’ song.
Dreams of low-lying isles to June belong,
And Circe holds us in her haunts of ease;