Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence.
A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard... Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides.
For youthful faults ripe virtues shall atone.
A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven.
I should dread to disfigure the beautiful ideal of the memories of illustrious persons with incongruous features, and to sully the imaginative purity of classical works with gross and trivial recollections.
The first cuckoo's melancholy cry.