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From a funeral urn
Bower'd in leafy gloom,
Even thy soft return

Calls not song or bloom.
Leave my spirit sleeping
Like that silent thing;
Stir the founts of weeping
There, O breeze of spring,
No more!

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,
Founts that through the deep woods flow
Make sweet sounds, unheard till now,
Flowers have shut with fading light-
Good-night!

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LET HER DEPART.-ETC.

Peace to all!'

Dreams of heaven on mourners fall!
Exile! o'er thy couch may gleams
Pass from thine own mountain streams
Bard! away to worlds more bright—
Good-night!

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She looks upon the things of earth,
Even as some gentle star
Seems gazing down on grief or mirth,
How softly, yet how far!
Let her depart!

Her spirit's hope-her bosom's love-
Oh! could they mount and fly!
She never sees a wandering dove,
But for its wings to sigh.

Let her depart!

She never hears a soft wind bear
Low music on its way,

But deems it sent from heavenly air,
For her who cannot stay.
Let her depart!

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Wrapt in a cloud of glorious dreams,
She breathes and moves alone,
Pining for those bright bowers and streams
Where her beloved is gone.

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,
In its deep cavern's power,

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And like the play of words above,
That lily's trembling flower.

WATER-LILIES.

A FAIRY SONG.

COME away, elves! while the dew is sweet,
Come to the dingles where fairies meet;
Know that the lilies have spread their bells
O'er all the pools in our forest dells;
Stilly and lightly their vases rest

On the quivering sleep of the water's breast,
Catching the sunshine through leaves that throw
To their scented bosoms an emerald glow;
And a star from the depth of each pearly cup,
A golden star unto heaven looks up,

As if seeking its kindred where bright they lie,
Set in the blue of the summer sky.

-Come away! under arching boughs we'll float,
Making those urns each a fairy boat;

We'll row them with reeds o'er the fountains free,
And a tall flag-leaf shall our streamer be,

And we'll send out wild music so sweet and low,
It shall seem from the bright flower's heart to flow,
As if 'twere a breeze with a flute's low sigh,

Or water drops train'd into melody.

-Come away! for the midsummer sun grows strong, And the life of the lily may not be long

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A long, bright, golden day!

A little while around thee, love!
Its fragrance yet shall cling,

Telling, that on thy heart hath lain,

A fair, though faded thing.

But not even that warm heart hath power
To win it back from fate :

-Oh! I am like thy broken flower,

Cherish'd too late, too late,

My love!

Cherish'd alas! too late!

I WOULD WE HAD NOT MET AGAIN.-ETC. 4927

I WOULD WE HAD NOT MET AGAIN.

1 WOULD we had not met again!

I had a dream of thee,

Lovely, though sad, on desert plain,
Mournful on midnight sea.

What though it haunted me by night
And troubled through the day?
It touched all earth with spirit-light,
It glorified my way!

Oh! what shall now my faith restore
In holy things and fair?

We met-I saw thy soul once more-
The world's breath had been there!

Yes! it was sad on desert-plain,
Mournful on midnight sea,

Yet would I buy with life again
That one deep dream of thee!

FAIRIES' RECALL.

WHILE the blue is richest
In the starry sky,
While the softest shadows
On the greensward lie,
While, the moonlight slumbers

In the lily's urn,

Bright elves of the wild wood!
Oh! return, return!

Round the forest fountain,
On the river shore,
Let your silvery laughter
Echo yet once more;
While the joyous bounding
Of your dewy feet
Rings to that old chorus:
"The daisy is so sweet

Oberon, Titania,

Did your starlight mirth.
With the song of Avon,

Quit this work-day earth?

Yet while green leaves glisten,
And while bright stars bura,
By that magic memory,
Oh, return, return!

* See the chorus of Fairies in the Flower and the Leaf" of

Chaucer

THE ROCK BESIDE THE SEA.
OH! tell me not the woods are fair,
Now Spring is on her way;
Well, well I know how brightly there
In joy the young leaves play;
How sweet on winds of morn or eve
'The violet's breath may be ;-
Yet ask me, woo me not to leave
My lone rock by the sea.

The wild wave's thunder on the shore,
The curlew's restless cries,
Unto my watching heart are more
Than all earth's melodies.

Come back my ocean rover! come.
There's but one place for me.
Till I can greet thy swift sail home→
My lone rock by the sea!

O YE VOICES GONE.

On! ye voices gone,

Sounds of other years!
Hush that haunting tone,
Melt me not to tears!

All around forget,

All who loved you well,
Yet, sweet voices, yet
O'er my soul ye swell.

With the winds of spring,
With the breath of flowers,
Floating back, ye bring
Thoughts of vanish'd hours.
Hence your music take,
Oh! ye voices gone!
This lone heart ye make
But more deeply lone.

BY A MOUNTAIN STREAM AT REST.

By a mountain stream at rest,

We found the warrior lying,

And around his noble breast
A banner clasp'd in dying:
Dark and still

Was every hill,

And the winds of night were sighing.

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