How silently serene a sea of pride!
How daring an ambition! yet how deep-
How fathomless a capacity for love!

UT now, at length, dear Dian sank from sight, Into a western couch of thunder-cloud; And thou, a ghost, amid the entombing trees Didst glide away. Only thine eyes remained. They would not go-they never yet have gone. Lighting my lonely pathway home that night, They have not left me (as my hopes have) since. They follow me--they lead me through the years. They are my ministers-yet I their slave.

Their office is to illumine and enkindle

My duty, to be saved by their bright light,
And purified in their electric fire,

And sanctified in their elysian fire.

They fill my soul with Beauty (which is Hope),
And are far up in heaven-the stars I kneel to
In the sad, silent watches of my night;
While even in the meridian glare of day
I see them still-two sweetly scintillant
Venuses, unextinguished by the sun!

AN ENIGMA.

ELDOM we find," says Solomon Don Dunce,
"Half an idea in the profoundest sonnet.
Through all the flimsy things we see at once
As easily as through a Naples bonnet-
Trash of all trash!-how can a lady
don it?

Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff-
Owl-downy nonsense that the faintest puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it."
And, veritably, Sol is right enough.
The general tuckermanities are arrant
Bubbles-ephemeral and so transparent-

But this is, now,--you may depend upon it--
Stable, opaque, immortal-all by dint

Of the dear names that lie conceal'd within 't.

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ULALUME.

THE skies they were ashen and sober;

The leaves they were crisped and sere-
The leaves they were withering and sere;

It was night in the lonesome October
Of my most immemorial year;

It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
In the misty mid region of Weir-

It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

Here once, through an alley Titanic,

Of cypress, I roamed with my Soul-
Of cypress, with Psyche, my Soul.

These were days when my heart was volcanic

As the scoriac rivers that roll

As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek
In the ultimate climes of the pole--
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
In the realms of the boreal pole.

Our talk had been serious and sober,

But our thoughts they were palsied and sere Our memories were treacherous and sereFor we knew not the month was October,. And we marked not the night of the year(Ah, night of all nights in the year!) We noted not the dim lake of Auber—

(Though once we had journeyed down here)--Remembered not the dank tarn of Auber,

Nor the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

And now, as the night was senescent,
And star-dials pointed to morn—
As the star-dials hinted of morn-
At the end of our path a liquescent
And nebulous lustre was born,
Out of which a miraculous crescent
Arose with a duplicate horn-
Astarte's bediamonded crescent

Distinct with its duplicate horn.

And I said

"She is warmer than Dian : She rolls through an ether of sighsShe revels in a region of sighs:

She has seen that the tears are not dry on

These cheeks, where the worm never dies, And has come past the stars of the Lion

To point us the path to the skiesTo the Lethean peace of the skies— Come up, in despite of the Lion,

To shine on us with her bright eyesCome up through the lair of the Lion, With love in her luminous eyes."

Oh, fly let us fly for we must." In terror she spoke, letting sink her

Wings until they trailed in the dust-
In agony sobbed, letting sink her

Plumes till they trailed in the dust-
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.

I replied-"This is nothing but dreaming:
Let us on by this tremulous light!
Let us bathe in this crystalline light!

Its Sybilic splendour is beaming

With Hope and in Beauty to-night :

See it flickers up the sky through the night!

Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming,

And be sure it will lead us aright—

We safely may trust to a gleaming

That cannot but guide us aright,

Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night."

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,

And tempted her out of her gloom

And conquered her scruples and gloom ;