Thy throne is ringed by amorous cavaliers, And all the air is heavy with the sound Of tiptoe compliment, whilst anxious fears Strike dumb the lesser … - Patrick Moloney

O what an eve was that which ushered in The night that crowned the wish I cherished long!
Heaven’s curtains oped to see the night begin, And infant winds broke lightly into song;
Methought the hours in softly-swelling sound Wailed funeral dirges for the dying light;
I seemed to stand upon a neutral ground Between the confines of the day and night;
For o’er the east Night stretched her sable rod, And ranked her stars in glittering array,
While, in the west, the golden twilight trod With [burning] crimsons on the verge of day.
Bright bars of cloud formed in the glowing even
A Jacob-ladder joining earth and heaven.

The rude rebuffs of bay-besieging winds But make the anchored ships towards them turn,
So thy unkindness unto me but finds My love tow’rds thee with keener ardour burn;
As myrrh incised bleeds odoriferous gum, I am become a poet through my wrong,
For through the sad-mouthed heart-wounds in me come These earthly echoes of celestial song.
My thoughts as birds make flutter in my heart, Poor muffled choristers! whose sad refrain
Gives sorrow sleep, and bids that woe depart Whose heavy burden weighs upon my strain.
Imprisoned larks pipe sweeter than when free,
And I, enslaved, have learnt to sing for thee.

Why dost thou like a Roman vestal make The whole long year unmarriageable May,
And, like the phoenix, no companion take To share the wasteful burthen of decay?
See this rich climate, where the airs that blow Are heavenly suspirings, and the skies
Steep day from head to heel in summer glow, And moons make mellow mornings as they rise;
As brides white-veiled that come to marry earth, Now each mist-morning sweet July attires,
Now moon-night mists are not of earthly birth, But silver smoke blown down from heavenly fires.
Skies kiss the earth, clouds join the land and sea,
All Nature marries, only thou art free.