A flower its leaves and odors cast Th' unheeding torrent darkly pass'd, Waste not thy precious dower SISTER! SINCE I MET THEE LAST. From thy voice there thrills a tone, Yes! thy varying cheek hath caught THE LONELY BIRD. FROM a ruin thou art singing, The soft blue air is ringing By thy summer music stirr'd; But all is dark and cold beneath, Where harps no more are heard: Whence winn'st thou that exulting breath, Oh! lonely, lonely bird? Thy song flows richly swelling, To a triumph of glad sounds, DIRGE AT SEA.-ETC. As from its cavern dwelling A stream in glory bounds! Though the castle echoes catch no tone 415 Though the fires be quench'd and the feasting done, How can that flood of gladness Rush through that fiery lay, From the haunted place of sadness From the bosom of decay? While dirge-notes on the breeze's moan, Through the ivy garlands heard, Come blent with thy rejoicing tone, Oh! lonely, lonely bird! There's many a heart, wild singer, And there's many a spirit e'en like thee, Though it soar from ruins in its glee, PILGRIM'S SONG TO THE EVENING STAR Thou'rt guiding all things home, Gentle star! Thou bring'st from rock and wave, O soft star of the west, No bowery roof is mine, No hearth of love and rest, O soft star of the west, Thou'rt guiding all things home, Shine from thy rosy heaven, O soft star of the west! Blessed star! THE MEETING OF THE SHIPS. "We take each other by the hand, and we exchange a few words and looks of kindness, and we rejoice together for a few short moments; and then days, months, years intervene, and we see and know nothing of each other."-Washington Irving. Two barks met on the deep mid-sea, And voices of the fair and brave Moonlight on that lone Indian main While dancing step, and festive strain And hands were link'd, and answering eyes With kindly meaning shone; Oh! brief and passing sympathies, Like leaves together blown. COME AWAY.-ETC. A little while such joy was cast Till the loud singing winds at last And proudly, freely on their way And thus bright spirits mingle here, COME AWAY. COME away!-the child where flowers are springing, Bounding on, with sunny lands before him, Slowly, sadly, heavy change is falling Come away!-the heart, at last forsaken, In the light leaves, in the reed's faint sighing, FAIR HELEN OF KIRCONNEL. 417 'Fair Helen of Kirconnel," as she is called in the Scottish Minstrelsy, throwing herself between her betrothed lover and a rival by whom his life was assailed, received a mortal wound, and died in the arms of the former.] HOLD me upon thy faithful heart, 'Tis early, early to depart, Look on me still :-let that kind eye Oh! sad it is in spring to die, But yet I die for thee! For thee, my own! thy stately head Give tears when with me love hath fled, Oh the free streams look'd bright, where'er And the blue skies were very fair O friend! because we loved. Farewell!-I bless thee-live thou on, When this young heart is low! Surely my blood thy life hath wonClasp me once more-I go ! MUSIC FROM SHORE. A SOUND comes on the rising breeze, From land, from sunny land it comes, Why should its faint and passing sigh Yet blessing, blessing on the spot Kind hearts, although they know me not, And blessing, from the bark that roams O'er solitary seas, To those that far in happy homes Give sweet sounds to the breeze! LOOK ON ME WITH THY CLOUDLESS EYES. Look on me with thy cloudless eyes, Truth in their dark transparence lies; |