All-all expired save thee-save less than thou : I saw but them-they were the world to me. I saw but them-saw only them for hours- How dark a woe! yet how sublime a hope! 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 ; Didst glide away. Only thine eyes remained. 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 เง 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, 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 it But this is, now,—you may depend upon it Stable, opaque, immortal-all by dint Of the dear names that lie concealed within 't. نائی |