From a funeral urn Calls not song or bloom. 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, LET HER DEPART.-ETC. Peace to all!' Dreams of heaven on mourners fall! She looks upon the things of earth, Her spirit's hope-her bosom's love- Let her depart! She never hears a soft wind bear But deems it sent from heavenly air, Wrapt in a cloud of glorious dreams, 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, Though many a mournful secret rest, Low in the unfathom'd stream. That stream is like my hidden love, 42 And like the play of words above, WATER-LILIES. A FAIRY SONG. COME away, elves! while the dew is sweet, On the quivering sleep of the water's breast, As if seeking its kindred where bright they lie, -Come away! under arching boughs we'll float, We'll row them with reeds o'er the fountains free, And we'll send out wild music so sweet and low, 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 A long, bright, golden day! A little while around thee, love! Telling, that on thy heart hath lain, A fair, though faded thing. But not even that warm heart hath power -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, What though it haunted me by night Oh! what shall now my faith restore We met-I saw thy soul once more- Yes! it was sad on desert-plain, Yet would I buy with life again FAIRIES' RECALL. WHILE the blue is richest In the lily's urn, Bright elves of the wild wood! Round the forest fountain, Oberon, Titania, Did your starlight mirth. Quit this work-day earth? Yet while green leaves glisten, * See the chorus of Fairies in the Flower and the Leaf" of Chaucer THE ROCK BESIDE THE SEA. The wild wave's thunder on the shore, Come back my ocean rover! come. O YE VOICES GONE. On! ye voices gone, Sounds of other years! All around forget, All who loved you well, With the winds of spring, BY A MOUNTAIN STREAM AT REST. By a mountain stream at rest, We found the warrior lying, And around his noble breast Was every hill, And the winds of night were sighing. |