To the gloom of some desert or cold rocky shore, Where the eye of the stranger can haunt us no more, I will fly with my Coulin, and think the rough wind Less rude than the foes we leave frowning behind. And I'll gaze on thy gold hair as graceful it wreathes, RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE RICH and rare were the gems she wore, But oh her beauty was far beyond Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand. "Lady dost thou not fear to stray "So lone and lovely through this bleak way? "Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm, "For, though they love woman and golden store, On she went, and her maiden smile In safety lighted her round the green isle ; Upon Erin's honour, and Erin's pride. AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS MAY GLOW. As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow, While the tide runs in darkness and coldness below, So the cheek may be ting'd with a warm sunny smile, Though the cold heart to ruin runs darkly the while. One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws Oh this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay, THE MEETING OF THE WATERS.8 THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene "T was that friends, the belov'd of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love. Sweet vale of Avoca! how calm could I rest In thy bosom of shade, with the friends I love best, Where the storms that we feel in this cold world should cease, And our hearts, like thy waters, be mingled in peace. ST. SENANUS AND THE LADY. ST. SENANUS.10 "OH! haste and leave this sacred isle, "And I have sworn this sainted sod THE LADY. "Oh! Father, send not hence my bark, The Lady's prayer Senanus spurn'd; Till morning's light delay'd, HOW DEAR TO ME THE HOUR. And, as I watch the line of light, that plays And think 't would lead to some bright isle of rest. TAKE BACK THE VIRGIN PAGE. WRITTEN ON RETURNING A BLANK BOOK. White and unwritten still; Thoughts come as pure as light, Pure as even you require: Yet let me keep the book: Oft shall my heart renew, To let wild passion write Haply, when from those eyes Fancy may trace some line And as, o'er ocean far, Seamen their records keep, Through the cold deep; Tell thro' what storms I stray You still the unseen light Guiding my way. THE LEGACY. WHEN in death I shall calm recline, To sully a heart so brilliant and light; When the light of my song is o'er, Then take my harp to your ancient hall; Hang it up at that friendly door, Where weary travellers love to call.11 Then if some bard, who roams forsaken, Revive its soft note in passing along, Oh let one thought of its master waken Your warmest smile for the child of song. Keep this cup, which is now o'erflowing, |