(Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,

Or the stricken eagle soar !

And all my days are trances,

And all my nightly dreams

Are where thy dark eye glances,

And where thy footstep gleams

In what ethereal dances,

By what eternal streams.

EULALIE.

I DWELT alone

In a world of moan,

And my soul was a stagnant tide,

Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing

bride

Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.

Ah, less-less bright

The stars of the night

Than the eyes of the radiant girl!

And never a flake

That the vapor can make

With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,

Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded

curl

Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most

humble and careless curl.

Now Doubt-now Pain

Come never again,

For her soul gives me sigh for sigh,

And all day long

Shines, bright and strong,

Astarté within the sky,

While ever to her dear Eulalie upturns her matron

eye

While ever to her young Eulalie upturns her violet

eye.

TO F S S. O-D.

THOU wouldst be loved ?-then let thy heart
From its present pathway part not!
Being everything which now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not.
So with the world thy gentle ways,

Thy grace, thy more than beauty,
Shall be an endless theme of praise,
And love—a simple duty.

TO F.

BELOVED! amid the earnest woes

That crowd around my earthly path(Drear path, alas! where grows Not even one lonely rose)—

My soul at least a solace hath

In dreams of thee, and therein knows
An Eden of bland repose.

And thus thy memory is to me

Like some enchanted far-off isle

In some tumultuous sea

Some ocean throbbing far and free

With storms-but where meanwhile Serenest skies continually

Just o'er that one bright island smile.