As matchless beauty thee a Phoenix proves,
Fair Leonilla, so thy sour-sweet loves.
For when young Acon's eye thy proud heart tames,
Thou diest in him, and livest in my flames.

As in a pond that sleeps o'erhung by trees,
Two things at once in many a soul one sees :--
The sky, which points, the surface pure and calm,
With all its rays and clouds the heart to charm;
And then the depth, slime, hideous, dark, and dead,
Where foul black reptiles swarm, and vaguely tread.

AS I watch'd the ploughman ploughing,
Or the sower sowing in the fields--or the harvester harvesting,
I saw there too, O life and death, your analogies:
(Life, life is the tillage, and Death is the harvest according.)

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As Everywhere of Silver
With Ropes of Sand
To keep it from effacing
The Track called Land.

Modest men must needs endure,

And the bold must humbly bow;
Thus thy fate's the same, be sure,

Whether bold or modest thou.

As banked clouds
are swept apart by the wind,
at dawn the sudden cry
of the first wild geese
winging across the mountains.

Long since I came into the school of Art,
A child in works, but not a child in heart.
Slowly I learn, by her instruction mild,
To be in works a man, in heart a child.

Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

Selv Stjernens Glands forsvinder ved det Fjerne,
Men Stjernen er og bliver dog en Stjerne.

Kongen opnaae Sneehviid Alder!
Thronen staae, til Verden falder!
Kronen blive Sønne-Arv!
Sværdet hvile! Pennen stride!
Ploven gaae, og Kiølen glide!
O, saa fremmes hver Mands Tarv,
O, saa fremmes hver Mands Tarv.