THE OHIO.

STANZAS-BY SHELLEY.

WRITTEN IN OBJECTION, NEAR NAPLES.
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WRITTEN IN OBJECTION, NEAR NAPLES. The sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing fast and bright, Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon2s transparent light Around its unexpanded buds; Like many voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The cily's voice itself is soft, like Soli-

 tude's. see the deep's untrampled floor Wiihgreen and purple seaweeds strown; ]; see the waves upon the shore, Like light dissolved in star-showers.

 thrown: 1 sit upon the sands alone, The lightning of the noontide ocean ls flashing round me, and tone rises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in

 my emotion. Alas. I have nor hope nor health, Nor peace within nor calm around Nor that content surpassiDg wealth The sage in meditation found, And walk'd with inward glory crown d-- Nor fame, nor power, nor love, nor

 leisure,

  Smiling they live, and call life pleasure; To me tbat c,ipbas been dealt in another

 measure. Yet .cw despair itself Is mild, Even as the winds and waters are, could iie down like tired child, nd weep away the life of care, Which have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe e'es ay dying brain it's last mo

 notony. Some might lament that were cold, As ] when tlis sweet day IS gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old Insult with this untimely moan; They might iamenl--for am one Whom men love not--and vel regret, Unlike this day winch, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set. Will finger, though eajoy'd, like joy in

 memory yet.

 AUTUMN--A pTReE. The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind

 IS wailing, The bare boughs are signing, the pale

 ho"efs die oylhS,

 And the year On the earth ier death-bed, iu a shroud o

 leaves dead

 Is lying.

 Came, months, come aways

 3Hrsss.a Nnu usar A ln your saddest array:

 Follow the bier

 Of the dead cold year, And like dim shadows watch by her SC

 pnlchre. The chill rain is falling, the nipt worm is

 crawling. The rivers are swelling, the thunder is

 knsiliug

 For the year; The blithe swallows are flown, and the

 lizards each gone

 To his dwelling;

 Come, months, come away;

 Put on white, black, and grey,

 Let your hght sisters play

 Ye, follow the bier

 Of the dead cold year, And make her grave geen with tear on tear.