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WHOM the untaught Shepherds call

Pixies in their madrigal,
Fancy's en, here we dwell :

Welcome, Ladies ! to our cell.
Here the wren of softest note

Builds its nest and warbles well;
Here the blackbird strains his throat;

Welcome, Ladies! to our cell.

II.

When fades the moon to shadowy-pale,
And scuds the cloud before the gale,
Ere the Morn, all gem-bedight,
Hath streak’d the East with rosy light,
We sip the furze-flower's fragrant dews
Clad in robes of rainbow hues :
Or sport amid the shooting gleams
To the tune of distant-tinkling teams,
While lusty Labor scouting sorrow
Bids the Dame a glad good-morrow,
Who jogs the accustomed road along,
And paces cheery to her cheering song,

III.

But not our filmy pinion
We scorch amid the blaze of day,
When Noontide's fiery-tressed minion

Flashes the fervid ray.
Aye from the sultry heat

We to the cave retreat
O'ercanopied by huge roots intertwined
With wildest texture, blackened o'er with age :

Round them their mantle green the ivies bind,

Beneath whose foliage pale

Fanned by the unfrequent gale
We shield us from the Tyrant's mid-day rage.

IV.

Thither, while the murmuring throng
Of wild-bees hum their drowsy song,
By Indolence and Fancy brought,
A youthful Bard, “ unknown to Fame,”

Wooes the Queen of Solemn Thought,
And heaves the gentle misery of a sigh

Gazing with tearful eye,
As round our sandy grot appear
Many a rudely sculptured name

To pensive Memory dear!
Weaving gay dreams of sunny-tinctured hue

We glance before his view:
Oe'r his hush'd soul our soothing witcheries shed
And twine the future garland round his head.

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When Evening's dusky car

Crowned with her dewy star Steals o'er the fading sky in shadowy flight;

On leaves of aspen trees

We tremble to the breeze
Veiled from the grosser ken of mortal sight.

Or, haply, at the visionary hour,
Along our wildly-bowered sequestered walk,
We listen to the enamored rustic's talk;
Heave with the heavings of the maiden's breast,
Where young-eyed Loveș have hid their turtle nest;

Or guide of soul-subduing power
The glance, that from the half-confessing eye
Darts the fond question or the soft reply.

VI.

Or through the mystic ringlets of the vale
We flash our faery feet in gamesome prank;
Or, silent-sandal'd, pay our defter court,
Circling the Spirit of the Western Gale,
Where wearied with his flower-caressing sport,

Supine he slumbers on a violet bank ;
Then with quaint music hymn the parting gleam
By lonely Otter's sleep-persuading stream ;
Or where his wave with loud unquiet song
Dashed o'er the rocky channel froths along ;
Or where, his silver waters smoothed to rest,
The tall tree's shadow sleeps upon his breast.

VII.

Hence, thou lingerer Light !

Eve saddens into Night.
Mother of wildly-working dreams! we view

The sombre hours, that round thee stand

With down-cast eyes (a duteous band !),
Their dark robes dripping with the heavy dew.

Sorceress of the ebon throne !
Thy power the Pixies own,
When round thy raven brow

Heaven's lucent roses glow,
And clouds in watery colors drest
Float in light drapery o’er thy sable vest:
What time the pale moon sheds a softer day
Mellowing the woods beneath its pensive beam:

For 'mid the quivering light 'tis ours to play,
Aye dancing to the cadence of the stream.

VIII.

Welcome, Ladies! to the cell

Where the blameless Pixies dwell:
But thou, sweet Nymph! proclaimed our Faery

Queen,
With what obeisance meet

Thy presence shall we greet!
For lo! attendant on thy steps are seen

Graceful Ease in artless stole,
And white-robed Purity of soul,

With Honor's softer mien;
Mirth of the loosely-flowing hair,
And meek-eyed Pity eloquently fair,
Whose tearful cheeks are lovely to the view.

As snow-drop wet with dew.

IX.

Unboastful Maid! though now the Lily pale

Transparent grace thy beauties meek; Yet ere again along the impurpling vale, The purpling vale and elfin-haunted grove, Young Zephyr his fresh flowers profusely throws,

We'll tinge with livelier hues thy cheek; And haply, from the nectar-breathing Rose

Extract a Blush for Love!

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THE RAVEN.

A CHRISTMAS TALE, TOLD BY A SCHOOL-BOY TO HIS

LITTLE BROTHERS AND SISTERS.

UNDERNEATH an old oak tree

There was of swine a huge company, That grunted as they crunched the mast: For that was ripe, and fell full fast. Then they trotted away, for the wind grew high : One acorn they left, and no more might you spy. Next came a Raven, that liked not such folly : He belonged, they did say, to the witch Melancholy ! Blacker was he than blackest jet, Flew low in the rain, and his feathers not wet. He picked up the acorn and buried it straight By the side of a river both deep and great.

Where then did the Raven go ?

He went high and low,
Over huil, over dale, did the black Raven go.

Many Autumns, many Springs
Travelled he with wandering wings:
Many Summers, many Winters-
I can't tell half his adventures.

At length he came back, and with him a She.
And the acorn was grown to a tall oak tree.
They built them a nest in the topmost bough,
And young ones they had, and were happy enow.
But soon came a woodman in leathern guise,
His brow, like a pent-house, hung over his eyes.
He'd an axe in his hand, not a word he spoke,
But with many a hem! and a sturdy stroke,
At length he brought down the poor Raven's own

oak.

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