Sweet was their death — with them to die was rife
With the last ecstacy of satiate life
Beyond that death no immortality -
But sleep that pondereth and is not “to be
And there oh ! may my weary spirit dwell
Apart from Heaven's Eternity- and yet how far from

Hell ! *
What guilty spirit, in what shrubbery dim,
Heard not the stirring summons of that hymn?
But two: they fell : sor Heaven no grace imparts
To those who hear not for their beating hearts.
A maiden-angel and her seraph-lover -
O! where (and ye may seek the wide skies over)
Was Love, the blind, near sober Duty known?
Unguided Love hath fallen — ’mid“ tears of perfect
He was a goodly spirit — he who fell:
A wanderer by mossy-mantled well —
A gazer on the lights that shine above-
A dreamer in the moonbeam by his love!
What wonder? for each star is eye-like there,
And looks so sweetly down on Beauty's hair-
And they, and ev'ry mossy spring were holy
To his love-haunted heart and melancholy.
The night had found (to him a night of woe)
Upon a mountain crag, young Angelo —
Beetling, it bends athwart the solemn sky,
And scowls on starry worlds that down beneath it lie.
Here sate he with his love — his dark eye bent
With eagle gaze along the firmament:
Now turn'd it upon her — but ever then
It trembled to the orb of Earth again.

"Ianthe, dearest, see! how dim that ray! How lovely 't is to look so far away! She seem'd not thus upon that autumn eve I left her gorgeous halls nor mourned to leave. That eve - that eve

I should remember well The sun-ray dropp'd, in Lemnos, with a spell On th’ Arabesque carving of a gilded hall Wherein I sate, and on the draperied wall And on my eyelids -oh the heavy light! How drowsily it weigh'd them into night!

On flowers, before, and mist, and love they ran With Persian Saadi in his Gulistan : But oh that light !- I slumber'd - Death, the while, Stole o'er my senses in that lovely isle So softly that no single silken hair Awoke that slept — or knew that he was there. “The last spot of Earth's orb I trod upon

Was a proud temple call'd the Parthenon * More beauty clung around her column'd wall Than ev'n thy glowing bosom beats withal,t And when old Time my wing did disenthral Thence sprang I - as the eagle from his tower, And years I left behind me in an hour. What time upon her airy bounds I hung One half the garden of her globe was flung Unrolling as a chart unto my view Tenantless cities of the desert too ! Ianthe, beauty crowded on me then, And half I wish'd to be again of men.” “My Angelo! and why of them to be ? A brighter dwelling place is here for theeAnd greener fields than in yon world above, And woman's loveliness - and passionate love."

'But, list, Ianthel when the air so soft
Fail'd, as my pennon'd spirit leapt aloft, *
Perhaps my brain grew dizzy - but the world
I left so late was into chaos hurl'd -
Sprang from her station, on the winds apart,
And roll'd, a flame, the fiery Heaven athwart.
Methought, my sweet one, then I ceased to soar,
And fell — not swiftly as I rose before,
But with a downward, tremulous motion thro'
Light, brazen rays, this golden star unto !
Nor long the measure of my falling hours.
For nearest of all stars was thine to ours
Dread star! that came, amid a night of mirth,
A red Dædalion on the timid Earth.

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“ We came and to thy Earth — but not to us
Be given our lady's bidding to discuss :
We came, my love; around, above, below,
Gay fire-fly of the night we come and go,
Nor ask a reason save the angel-nod
She grants to us, as granted by her God
But, Angelo, than thine gray Time unfurl'd
Never his fairy wing o'er fairer world !
Dim was its little disk, and angel eyes
Alone could see the phantom in the skies,

When first Al Aaraaf knew her course to be
Headlong thitherward o'er the starry sea —
But when its glory swell’d upon the sky,
As glowing Beauty's bust beneath man's eye,
We paus'd before the heritage of men,
And thy star trembled — as doth Beauty then!”
Thus, in discourse, the lovers whiled away [day.
The night that waned and waned and brought no
They fell : for Heaven to them no hope imparts
Who hear not for the beating of their hearts.

TO THE RIVER

AIR river! in thy bright, clear flow

Of crystal, wandering water,
Thou art an emblem of the glow
Of beauty

the unhidden heart
The playful maziness of art

In old Alberto's daughter;
But when within thy wave she looks

Which glistens then, and trembles
Why, then, the prettiest of brooks

Her worshipper resembles ;
For in his heart, as in thy stream,

Her image deeply lies —
His heart which trembles at the beam

Of her soul-searching eyes.