Dread star! that came, amid a night of mirth, A red Dædalion on the timid Earth. "We came—and to thy Earth-but not to us She grants to us, as granted by her God— And thy star trembled-as doth Beauty then!" Thus, in discourse, the lovers whiled away The night that waned and waned and brought no day. They fell for Heaven to them no hope imparts Who hear not for the beating of their hearts. SONNET-TO SCIENCE. CIENCE! true daughter of Old Time thou art! Vulture, whose wings are dull realities? How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise, Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies, Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing? Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car? Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood, |