Thus to be lost and thus to sink a
Perchance were death indeed!'—Con
In thy dark eyes a power like ligh
Even though the sounds which were
Between thy lips, are laid to slee

To me this world’s a dreary blank,
All hopes in life are gone and fle
My high strung energies are sank,
And all my blissful hopes lie dead
The world once smiling to my view,

And canst thou mock mine agony, th
In cloudless radiance, Queen of s
Can you, ye flow’rets, spread your
Mid pearly gems of dew that shine
And you wild winds, thus can you s

Hark! the owlet flaps her wing,
In the pathless dell beneath,
Hark! night ravens loudly sing,
Tidings of despair and death.—
Horror covers all the sky,

See yon opening flower
Spreads its fragrance to the blast
It fades within an hour,
Its decay is pale—is fast.
Paler is yon maiden;

Hail to thee, Cambria! for the un
Which from thy wilds even now meth
Chasing the clouds that roll in wr
And tightening the soul’s laxest n
True mountain Liberty alone may h

Ye gentle visitations of calm thou
Moods like the memories of happier
Which come arrayed in thoughts of
Like stars in clouds by the weak w
But that the clouds depart and sta

A shovel of his ashes took
From the hearth’s obscurest nook,
Muttering mysteries as she went.
Helen and Henry knew that Granny
Was as much afraid of Ghosts as a

Muse, sing the deeds of golden Ap
Who wakens with her smile the lull
Of sweet desire, taming the eterna
Of Heaven, and men, and all the l
That fleet along the air, or whom

Moonbeam, leave the shadowy vale,
To bathe this burning brow.
Moonbeam, why art thou so pale,
As thou walkest o’er the dewy dale
Where humble wild-flowers grow?