“Spirit, that ruleth man's life to its ending,
Chance, Fortune, Fate, answer my summoning now;
The storm o'er the face of the night is descending,—
Fair moon, the dark clouds hide thy silvery brow.
Let these bring thy answer, and tell me if sadness
For ever man's penance and portion must be;
Doth the morning come forth from a birthplace of gladness?
Is there peace, is there rest, in thine empire or thee?”

A Night in May
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)

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English poet and novelist 1802–1838

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“Thus let thy power, which like the truth
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Descended, to my onward life supply
Its calm, to one who worships thee,
And every form containing thee,
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Which through the summer is not heard or seen,
As if it could not be, as if it had not been!
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Its calm, to one who worships thee,
And every form containing thee,
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Or fold thee in mine arm.
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