Vague, glimmering visions to her view ;Catches of radiance, lost when caught, Bright labyrinths, that led to nought, And vistas, with no pathway through ;Dwellings of bliss, that opening shone, Then closed, dissolved, and left no traceAll that, in short, could tempt Hope on, But give her wing no resting-place ; Myself the while, with brow, as yet, Pure as the young moon's coronet, Through every dream still in her sight, The' enchanter of each mocking scene, Who gave the hope, then brought the blight, Who said, "Behold, yon world of light," Then sudden dropt a veil between! At length, when I perceived each thought, Waking or sleeping, fix'd on nought But these illusive scenes, and me- To madden curiosity-- Her fancy to its utmost wound, One night-'twas in a holy spot, Which she for prayer had chosen—a grot Her garden beds, through which a glow Brightly pervading all the place— Itself unseen, sheds through the face. When God and man both claim'd her sighs Every warm thought, that ever dwelt, Like summer clouds, 'twixt earth and skies, Too pure to fall, too gross to rise, Spoke in her gestures, tones, and eyes Then, as the mystic light's soft ray my dreams! whate'er Thy nature be-human, divine, still to fair, ever mine! Wonderful Spirit, who dost make lumber so lovely that it seems longer life to live awake, Since heaven itself descends in dreams, Why do I ever lose thee? why, When on thy realms and thee I gaze, Still drops that veil, which I could die, Oh gladly, but one hour to raise ? Long ere such miracles as thou And thine came o'er my thoughts, a thirst For light was in this soul, which now Thy looks have into passion nursed. "There's nothing bright above, below, In sky-earth-ocean, that this breast Doth not intensely burn to know, And thee, thee, thee, o'er all the rest! "Then come, oh Spirit, from behind The curtains of thy radiant home; "Bring all thy dazzling wonders here, "Demon or God, who hold'st the book 66 Of knowledge spread beneath thine eye, Give me, with thee, but one bright look Into its leaves, and let me die! By those ethereal wings, whose way "By that bright, wreathed hair, between Whose sunny clusters the sweet wind Of Paradise so late hath been, And left its fragrant soul behind ! "By those impassion'd eyes, that melt Their light into the inmost heart; Like sunset in the waters, felt As molten fire through every part— "I do implore thee, oh most bright And worshipp'd Spirit, shine but o'er My waking, wondering eyes this night, This one blest night-I ask no more!" Exhausted, breathless, as she said As if that brain-throb were its last Till, startled by the breathing, nigh, And there, just lighted on the shrine, Around her, full of light divine, Left hanging on yon starry steep; THE DEATH OF LILIS. T was an evening bright and still |