IN VILLA ALBINA &C

Since seriousness in many a face,
Open or latent, you may trace —
The ground-expression, wherein close
All smiles at last; and ever still
The revelation of repose;
Which sums the life, and tells the mood
Of inmost self in solitude —

Then wherefore, World, of bards complain
Whose verse the years and fate imbue
With reveries where no glosings reign —
An even unelated strain
In candor grave, to nature due?