A DREAM.

N visions of the dark night

I have dreamed of joy departed

But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day

To him whose eyes are cast

On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream-that holy dream,

While all the world were chiding,

Hath cheered me as a lovely beam

A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,

So trembled from afar

What could there be more purely bright

In Truth's day-star?

ROMANCE.

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OMANCE, who loves to nod and sing,
With drowsy head and folded wing,
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,

To me a painted paroquet

Hath been-a most familiar bird

And when an hour with calmer wings

Its down upon my spirit flings

That little time with lyre and rhyme To while away-forbidden things!

My heart would feel to be a crime

Unless it trembled with the strings. .

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FAIRY-LAND.

DIм vales-and shadowy floods--
And cloudy-looking woods,

Whose forms we can't discover

For the tears that drip all over

Huge moons there wax and wane

Again-again-again

Every moment of the night

For ever changing places

And they put out the star-light

With the breath from their pale faces.

About twelve by the moon-dial

One more filmy than the rest

(A. kind which, upon trial,

They have found to be the best)

Comes down-still down-and down With its centre on the crown