Dependence IX.

I am the Vine; Strong Elm, O give me leave,

All round thee my fond Tendrils now to weave.

I am the Ivy; be my Cedar Trunk,

That I no more to Earth's damp soil may cleave.

I am the Bird; O come, be my light Wings,

That soaring I yon azure Heaven retrieve.

I am the Steed; O come and be my spur,

That quick the Victor Goal may me receive.

I am the Rosebud; O be my own Rose,

That gaudy Earth-weeds ne'er my Heart deceive.

I am the East; then rise in me, O Sun,

Flame up in Light, and all my Pain relieve.

I am the Night; O be my Starry Crown,

That in Life's darkness I nor fear, nor grieve.