Her smile is chilly-and her beam, XXI. I reached my home-my home no more- And, tho' my tread was soft and low, XXII. Father, I firmly do believe I know-for Death who comes for me From regions of the blest afar, Where there is nothing to deceive, And rays of truth you cannot see Till, growing bold, he laughed and leapt In the tangles of Love's very hair? THE ΤΟ HE bowers whereat, in dreams, I see Are lips-and all thy melody Of lip-begotten words- Thine eyes, in Heaven of heart enshrined, Then desolately fall, O God! on my funereal mind Like starlight on a pall— Thy heart-thy heart !-I wake and sigh, Of the truth that gold can never buy― A DREAM. IN visions of the dark night IN I have dreamed of joy departedBut a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day That holy dream-that holy dream, What though that light, thro' storm and night, So trembled from afar What could there be more purely bright ROMANCE. ROMANCE, who loves to nod and sing, With drowsy head and folded wing, Among the green leaves as they shake Hath been-a most familiar bird- Of late, eternal Condor years That little time with lyre and rhyme. To while away-forbidden things! My heart would feel to be a crime Unless it trembled with the strings. DIM FAIRYLAND: IM vales-and shadowy floods- Whose forms we can't discover For the tears that drip all over— Every moment of the night- And they put out the starlight With the breath from their pale faces. About twelve by the moon-dial One more filmy than the rest (A kind, which, upon trial, They have found to be the best) Comes down-still down-and down With its centre on the crown Of a mountain's eminence, While its wide circumference |