FAIRY SONG.-WHAT WOKE THE BURIED SOUND. 421 WHAT WOKE THE BURIED SOUND. WHAT Woke the buried sound that lay What spirit on its viewless way But sunlight's torch, the kind, the warm, This, this awoke the lyre. What wins the heart's deep chords to pour Like a sweet voice prevailing o'er Oh! not the conflict 'midst the throng, Not e'en the trumpet's hour; Love is the gifted and the strong, VOL. II-36 OH! IF THOU WILT NOT GIVE THINE HEART Give back mine own to me," Yet no! this mournful love of mine, Let me but dream 'twill win me thine Can aught so fond, so faithful, live LOOK ON ME THUS NO MORE. Ir is thy pity makes me weep, Turn from me, turn those gentle eyes In this fond gaze my spirit dies. Look on me thus no more! Too late that softness comes to bless, My heart's glad life is o'er; It will but break with tenderness, Which cannot now restore! The lyre-strings have been jarr'd too long, SING TO ME, GONDOLIER ! SING to me, Gondolier! Sing words from Tasso's lay While blue, and still, and clear, Night seems but softer day The gale is gently falling, Some strain the past recalling- "Oh, ask me not to wake The memory of the brave; * The first two lines of this song are literally translated from the German. O'ER THE FAR BLUE MOUNTAINS.-ETC. Gone are the noble hearted, Closed the bright pageants here; From the mournful Gondolier!" O'ER THE FAR BLUE MOUNTAINS When the bright fire shineth, Music is sorrowful Since thou art gone, Sisters are mourning thee, Come to thine own! Hark! the home voices call O'er the far blue mountains, O THOU BREEZE OF SPRING! O THOU breeze of spring! O'er long buried flowers Passing not in vain, Odors in soft showers Thou hast brought again. Let the violet pour Incense forth to meet thee Wake my heart no more! From a funeral urn Calls not song or bloom. COME TO ME, DREAMS OF HEAVEN. COME to me, dreams of heaven! My fainting spirit bear On your bright wings, by morning given, Up to celestial air. Away, far, far away, From bowers by tempests riven, Fold me in blue, still, cloudless day, O blessed dreams of heaven! Come but for one brief hour, Sweet dreams! and yet again, O'er burning thought and memory shower Your soft effacing rain! Waft me where gales divine, With dark clouds ne'er have striven, Where living founts for ever shine O blessed dreams of heaven! GOOD-NIGHT. DAY is past! Stars have set their watch at last, LET HER DEPART.-ETC. Peace to all! Dreams of heaven on mourners fall! Wrapt in a cloud of glorious dreams, Let her depart! HOW CAN THAT LOVE SO DEEP, SO LONE. How can that love so deep, so lone, So faithful unto death, Thus fitfully in laughing tone, In airy word, find breath? Nay, ask how on the dark wave's breast, The lily's cup may gleam, Though many a mournful secret rest, Low in the unfathom'd stream. That stream is like my hidden love, 425 |